Tod Cruz was a Hollywood action star. He made the multi-millions, loved the fame of the paparazzi and magazines, and being on TV. His resume included some of the biggest blockbusters of the decade. Who was I? I was his stuntman for most of his films. Movie goers were always fooled by the camera. Tod Cruz was rarely in the action sequences he was known for. He would flash a smile on top of a truck for the camera, but people like me did the actual stunts. I was riding the motorcycles, flinging the swords around, leaping away from fireballs, and jumping out of buildings. I was the real action star, but I wasn't making the millions he did. Was I jealous? A little, but we had a good relationship. It was because of Cruz that I got a decent job and could live in So-Cal.

I was picked to be his stunt man due in part to my physical resemblance to the star. Every so often, someone would ask me whether I was Cruz. I always had to say no. A false autograph was not just improper but illegal. Like Cruz, I had dark brown hair, piercing brown eyes, and pale complexion. I had a similar if not better muscular physique. We had just completed an action movie together and now it was time for me to get some vacation.

***

So, it was a surprise to me while I was vacationing in Hawaii that Tod Cruz made an important announcement at a press conference. He was wearing sunglasses and a black leather jacket. "I have always enjoyed giving my fans great action epics, but I have decided to make an important life decision. I will be checking into a clinic…," Tod began.

I rolled my eyes. Everyone knew that Cruz was a drunk and a cocaine user. It wasn't just him. It was all the Hollywood actors I came into contact with. Sometimes, Cruz would come on set and wonder where he was.

"I will be checking into a clinic to begin my transition to becoming a woman. I have felt this way for some time and the feeling is undeniable. I am not ashamed of my past as a man, but I have begun a new chapter in my life. I know that my true fans will support me in this. Thank you," Cruz said.

I took a sip of my margarita. "I'll be damned," I smiled amused.

***

I came back to Hollywood expecting to be fired. How could I be Cruz's stuntman if he was becoming a woman? To my surprise, he invited me to lunch. "I figure you heard the announcement," he began.

"Uh, yeah. I saw it on the news," I said trying not to laugh.

"I want you to know that I have always appreciated your work and that I will find you a good job in the industry soon," he said.

"I appreciate that," I said truthfully.

"If I ever get back into action movies, I'll be sure to call you," Cruz said.

"Thanks," I said and then wondered what he meant by that. If he was transitioning into a woman, how I could be his stuntman? Would he become a woman and then cross-dress back into a man to play an action movie? I just figured he was high on something.

He nodded and then got up to leave. I had the feeling he wanted me to say something about his transition, like if I approved of it or something. He never cared what I thought of anything before. He looked around as if wondering where he was and then strolled out.

***

Back at my apartment, Rob was my roommate. I had a strong suspicion that he was gay or bisexual. He was very discreet, and I never asked. We had lived together for a little more than a year, and he paid the rent on time. He was also very clean in comparison to me. I turned on my TV and saw more TMZ interviews about Cruz.

"After three marriages and no kids, Cruz has called it quits on being a man," one commentator said.

"Maybe, he…I mean she will have better luck as a woman," a female commentator joked.

"Cruz has a drug problem. Adding more drugs into his system is not the right answer," another said.

I turned the channel. Some of what they were saying was true, but he was a private citizen. They shouldn't mess with him so much. Cruz's personal drama did occasionally interfere with the making of a movie. He would sometimes rant about a script or yell at the poor guy in charge of the lights.

"What do you think about this Cruz thing? You worked with him," Rob asked while drinking a beer.

"I was surprised as anyone. It could be a publicity stunt," I said.

"Do you think he will go through with it?" Rob asked.

"Not sure. He's a hard man to read," I said.

"You can't call him a man anymore," Rob corrected.

"I smirked. I'll call him a woman once he cuts his dick off," I said rudely.

***

True to his word, Cruz checked into a clinic and began hormonal treatment. I figured even if he went through with it, he would end up a very ugly masculine looking woman. TMZ made sure to interview his three ex-wives on whether they saw any signs. It was becoming a spectacle. One day, someone came to my door.

"Are you Andrew Starr?" the reporter asked.

"Maybe, maybe not, maybe go fuck yourself," I said to him and closed the door.

The one group of people I hated more than actors and directors were reporters. It was one thing to go after Cruz. He loved the fame. I didn't want any part in the story. I decided to go the gym before anyone else came by after him.

I went to an elite gym and occasionally a movie or TV star would come to pretend to work out. I prided myself for staying in athletic shape. So, when I had trouble on my run and weight lifting, I was very disappointed in myself. I worked out extra hard and drank some protein shakes. Unlike some stuntmen, I never took steroids. That was an easy way to shorten one's life by twenty years.

On day, I was on a movie set not involving Cruz. My job was rather simple. I was to go out a window and fall to the ground using a cable. Everything should have gone fine. The cable was attached to my suit underneath the same jacket the actor wore. I ran out the window and shattered the fake glass. I then oriented my body so that my shoulder went through the window first. In real life, I would have smacked the glass and fallen back down with a sprained shoulder. However, this was movie world. I leaped out the window and then oriented my body so that I was facing forward. I moved my legs as if I was floating on the air and then something went terribly wrong.

The cable snapped, and I fell a few stories to the ground. My leg snapped and then I blacked out.

***

I found myself in the hospital with a shattered leg. It would take months to heal. The studio offered me compensation, but I would be off the job for a while. Rob wheel chaired me back to the apartment, but we were on the second floor.

"I'll help you out, buddy," Rob said as I hung on him for support. The two of us made it up to the apartment and then Rob brought the wheel chair up.

For the first week, I used the wheel chair since my other leg was also messed up. Eventually, I moved up to crutches. I worked out my arms, chest, and abs as much as I could, but I knew my run would suffer. I stayed indoors and felt bored.

As the weeks passed by, a still male-looking Cruz smiled to the reporters and cameramen. "Oh, I feel so much better," he said happily.

I wondered if that were true. You could never tell with actors.

***

As I waited to heal, I noticed I was losing weight. I ate a nutritious diet but even I was surprised by the weight loss. My broken leg prevented me from training as much as I wanted to. My fitness suffered as a result. Since I stayed inside all day, I noticed that my skin was clearing up better than before.

Out of curiosity, I kept tabs on Cruz. He said he would be going in for laser treatments. Cruz rarely grew facial hair in his movies but this would make it permanent. Coincidentally, after Cruz had his treatment, I also had trouble growing facial hair.

I looked at the mirror and noticed a lack of hair growth. I decided to shave anyway. Sometimes, that would stimulate the follicles. Even so, I never had to shave again after that day. I didn't particularly like to shave, so I paid it no mind. It did become concerning when all my body hair disappeared. I noticed while in the shower that my chest, arm, navel, and leg hair were gone. I even noticed that the hair on my toes were gone. I looked like one of those swimmers. I wondered if I had a serious illness.

I went to the doctor to discuss my leg. He assured me that the leg was healing fine. I told him about my other concerns. "I am totally hairless. My body hair fell out and isn't growing back. I don't even need to shave," I said.

"It could be a hormonal deficiency," he said. "We should take some tests."

The tests did show that my testosterone levels had gone down and estrogen levels had risen but nothing to explain why my body hair had not grown back. Men and women both grew body hair, so it didn't make any sense to me.

The doctor prescribed me an estrogen blocker, which I took regularly.

***

Cruz was interviewed at his home by paparazzi about his future plans. "Oh, I feel great…great," he said. He had grown his hair longer but still had the same stupid-looking face. "The next movie I play in, I will be an actress. Not a transsexual part, a real actress role," he said.

I rolled my eyes. The reporter asked him if it could be an action role. "It could be. I would be open to it," he smiled.

"Not with me, you won't," I said amused.

A few weeks later, Cruz revealed he was dating a pre-op transsexual. "She gets me. She really gets me," he said.

What could I say? My dating life was non-existent.

***

A few months went by and my leg was decent enough to start running again. I was a shadow of my former self. I had lost a lot of weight especially in muscular weight. I needed to get back in shape. I also started getting back into movies. Since I still had to work on my body, I decided to do some car crashing.

I didn't become alarmed until about six months since my leg accident. My nipples had become swollen. There was no denying it; there was breast tissue building up. I went to the doctor to have it checked out. It could be breast cancer for all I knew.

"It's negative for cancer," the doctor said. "You have high estrogen levels in your blood. Are you taking any estrogen pills?" he asked.

"No," I shook my head.

"You can tell me. I have heard it all," the doctor said.

"I swear to God, I'm not taking any pills," I said.

"You may have problems with your adrenal system. I am going to prescribe more estrogen blockers," he said.

I took my pills, but it didn't seem to make a difference. Several weeks went by and the breast tissue expanded. I felt uncomfortable going to the gym in a t-shirt or changing in the locker room. I went back to the doctor, but he gave me the same explanation. Somehow, estrogen was getting into my system.

I finally made the connection that my condition was somehow connected to Cruz. He was transitioning into a woman, and I was having the same symptoms. It didn't make any medical sense, but it was the only explanation. I sent letters to him asking for a private meeting. He never sent any letters back. Frustrated, I called his agent, but he simply said he was busy.

Things then got worse quickly. At night, I would suddenly awake to find that my penis was erect and stimulated. It felt like someone was sucking on my cock but no one was there. I had no choice but go through with it until I came. These occurrences would happen throughout the day.

***

One day I was having a conversation with Rob at breakfast when it hit. I tried to stay still and keep a straight face as I felt my penis become stimulated by an unknown source. Worse yet, I felt my nipples being tugged and sucked on. Rob seemed to notice my weirdness but never asked. The final straw came when I felt something entering my ass. It was painful at first but then pleasure in prostate occurred. There was no one in my bed, and I knew for certain that nothing was in my ass. I knew then that somehow I was experiencing Mr. Cruz's sex life. Someone had their dick in Cruz's ass.

I came to his Malibu residence on the beach. I knocked on his door a few times and then finally he opened it. "What?!" he said while wearing sunglasses.

"We need to talk," I said seriously.

He remembered me and quickly changed his demeanor. "Come in," he said.

I walked into his very rich house and sat down with him at the dining table. "What's on your mind?" he asked.

"Tod, you're not going to believe me when I say this…," I began.

"It's Dot," he interrupted.

"What?" I asked confused.

"I go by Dot, now. You see, its Tod reversed," he explained.

I tried not to laugh. "Okay, Dot, I am totally supportive of your transition, but I am having a problem related to it," I began.

"Go on," he nodded thoughtfully.

"I am transitioning, too," I said.

"Good, that's great," he said giving me a thumbs up.

"No, not great. I don't want to be a woman," I said.

"Then don't transition. Problem solved," he said with wide-eyes.

"That's the problem. I am transitioning without taking any pills or treatments. Whatever is happening to you is happening to me. Once you got your laser hair removal, I haven't grown any body hair. I'm growing breasts," I said.

He nodded as if absorbing this all in. "Andy, the universe is speaking to us. We are meant to go down this road together. I want you in my next movie," Tod said.

I hated the "Andy" nickname, but I let it slide. "What kind of movie?" I asked dumbfounded.

"This time I want to be the damsel in distress. We can make it happen," he said excitedly. "You just have to eat right, do some crunches, and read good scripts," he said.

His new girlfriend then rubbed his chest and immediately I felt the same sensation. There was no doubt that we were somehow connected. I was also quite certain that this girlfriend had a dick and that she had recently fucked him in the ass.

"There is something supernatural between us. I can feel what you feel. Can you feel this?" I asked rubbing my nipple.

He merely stared at me. "Forget it. I shouldn't have come," I said getting up.

He followed me to the door. "Andy, whatever is happening to you; there is a reason for it," he said.

"I'm sure there is. I just don't want it," I replied.

A few more weeks went by, and I continued to feel sexual stimulation on my nipples, penis, and ass. Whatever was happening with Cruz, it was accelerating. He was either having a lot more sex, or I could feel it more. The worst was yet to come. I woke up feeling pain in my chest. I touched my chest and felt two solid breasts.

***

I went to the mirror and to my horror there were two fake breasts on my chest. I turned on the TV and saw a video of Cruz on TMZ walking around in a dress with fake breasts. My eyes widened in terror. We were connected in exactly the same way.

"I will be doing facial reconstruction surgery soon," Tod said to the reporter.

"No way," I said to myself. I had to stop him.

I put on a heavy jacket and drove over to his house. I knocked on his door until he finally opened. "Andy, so nice to see you," he said.

I stared momentarily at his breasts and the dress he was wearing. "When you got breast implants, I also got breast implants," I said.

"Good for you," he said pleased.

"No, I didn't have any surgeries. It just happened," I said opening my jacket so he could see the cleavage.

"They look marvelous," he said.

"No, I don't want this. We're connected somehow. Everything that happens to you is happening to me," I said.

"Just remove them then," he said simply.

"I don't have that kind of money. Look, it doesn't explain why these things are happening to me," I said.

"I don't know either. I'm not going back. I am going to finish what I started and if it happens to you too then, I'm sorry," he said.

***

With no answers, I went back to my doctor to make an appointment to remove the breast implants. "They're not breast implants," the doctor said looking at an X-ray.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"This is healthy breast tissue. There's no silicon there," he said.

"I have to have them removed regardless," I said.

"Very well, but this will be more complicated now. Removing breast implants is fairly simple. What you're asking for is a double mastectomy," he said.

"When can we do this?" I asked.

"If cost is no issue, within a month," the doctor said.

I wasn't sure I would last a month. "Okay, then," I agreed.

***

While my breast removal surgery was being scheduled, Cruz had additional surgeries to his face. I woke up with a feminine looking face. Not only did I have to fix my breasts but now my face as well. I couldn't take it anymore. I started to cry in the living room. Rob found me a mess and looked at me stupefied.

"What happened to you?" he asked.

"I am going through the same changes as Cruz. Whenever he does something to himself, it happens to me too," I said.

He looked at my face and my breasts for confirmation. "I don't know what to say," he said.

"I want revenge," I said angrily.

"Look, this is some voodoo stuff that is going on here. You don't want to mess with it. Now, you could try to stop Cruz, maybe even kill him. Or you could just accept the change," Rob said.

"He's going to chop off his dick next. I don't want a vagina," I said unhappily.

"Most don't go through with it. Don't worry," Rob assured me.

***

Yet, Cruz vowed again on TV that he was going to have a sex reassignment surgery and soon. If I was going to stop him, it would have to be now. I decided to go to a famous psychic in LA. She seemed to immediately know my problem before I even said anything.

"You want to sever the link between you two," she said.

"Yes," I said.

"Careful, my dear. If you sever the link, the changes to his body will no longer affect you. He will have fake breasts, but you will have real breasts. He will invert his penis, but you will have a vagina and womb," the psychic said.

"I don't want to be a woman," I said resolved.

"I cannot sever the link, but I can reverse its flow. He will now be affected by whatever you do to your body. If you remove your breasts, his breasts will disappear as well. No matter how many times he tries, his breast implants will never hold," the psychic said. "Are you willing to make him suffer this way?" she asked.

"He's an asshole. Yes," I said.

"Very well," the psychic smiled.

She did some prayers in a foreign language as I watched. When it was done, I left victorious. I was now in control of the situation. Cruz had no power over me.

***

Still, until I had my breast removal and facial reconstruction I was stuck looking like a woman. Rob gave me weird looks every so often. I knew he was attracted to me. We had an evening dinner and drank a bottle of wine. We ended up both being drunk.

"You sure you don't want to be a woman for just one night?" Rob asked.

"No, I'm not going in public," I scoffed.

"You look so beautiful though," he said.

I blushed involuntarily. "I look like Cruz," I corrected.

"No, he looks like a freak. You are all natural," Rob said.

I wasn't sure whether it was the alcohol or just my stress, but I leaned over and kissed Rob. He gave me a surprised look but kissed me back. We kissed for a few moments enjoying each other's company. I then let inhibitions go and just went with it. It was only for a night. I took my shirt off revealing my female breasts and let him kiss and suck on my nipples. They felt so real. At that moment, I wanted to ride Rob's dick and have Cruz feel it from my point of view. I quickly took off my clothes and started taking off Rob's.

Except for my dick, I looked like a woman in every way. I took Rob to his bedroom and got on top of him kissing his lips and then I sucked his cock like a wild woman. I took his cock and then lowered myself down on him. It hurt at first but only at first. I was too drunk to feel it anyway. I then rode Rob's dick like a pro hoping Cruz felt every thrust into his ass. My flaccid dick swayed with each thrust. Rob caressed my breasts sending me over the edge. My penis ejaculated onto his stomach. Soon thereafter, he came deep inside me. I caught my breath. I had never felt so stimulated before.

***

The next morning when we were both sobered up, we had a heart-to-heart talk. I agreed to be Rob's girl, but I told him I wasn't going to be wearing dresses anytime soon. I was going to make Cruz suffer until my surgeries could repair the damage he had done. Last night had been enjoyable, and I wanted to try more of it until I changed back.

Rob and I did a number of different sexual positions. After so many sessions, I felt really sore and I hoped Cruz felt the same. I was a stuntman and playing this part was just another role. I was an actor except I didn't have any lines. However, the more I had sex with Rob the more I started to do other things for him. I would kiss him when I didn't have to. We would shower together and giggle as we touched one another. We would sleep together in the same bed even when we didn't have sex.

On TV, Cruz looked visibly flustered and refused to talk with reporters. I smiled at his discomfort. I was now in control. For the next few weeks, I decided to explore a woman's sexuality. I hired a female prostitute and enjoyed lesbian sex for the first time. We spent the hour caressing each other's breasts and then I penetrated her with some difficulty. The changes to my body were making it difficult for me to get an erection. Still, I loved every minute of being with her. I knew then that my love for women would never go away.

***

Just before my breast surgery was to occur, I started feeling sexual stimulation inside my body. The link between myself and Cruz had become reversed once more. Immediately, my hair became longer and more feminine like Cruz's. I drove over to the psychic for an explanation.

"You said you reversed the flow," I said angrily.

"And it has gone back the other way," she smiled knowingly.

"Why?" I demanded.

"She visited me and paid me quite a fee to reverse it," she said.

"That son-of-a-bitch," I spat. "How much did he pay?" I asked.

"I am not at liberty to discuss the amount. Let's just say, there is no way you can match it," she smirked.

I glared at her angrily and left.

***

I came to his door dressed in jeans and a jacket so that I looked androgynous. I knocked and finally he answered in a black dress. I barged in and looked around for anyone else in the house. "Nice to see you, again," he said.

"Shut up," I said and then closed the door.

I grabbed a hold of him to subdue him. He fought back, but he wasn't a trained fighter like me. We had both been weakened by the hormone treatments, but he was no match for me. I slammed him into the walls and then wrecked the kitchen. I finally got him on the floor and tied him up.

"Is this your idea of an audition?" he asked annoyed.

"Shut the fuck up! This is all your fault," I yelled at him. My voice had become feminized like his, and I became frustrated that I couldn't intimidate with my voice like before.

After I tied him up, I looked through the house and found his hormone pills. I threw them down the toilet, so he wouldn't be able to use them. I then placed a bandanna in his mouth, so he wouldn't be able to call for help. He genuinely looked scared of me.

"See what you have done to me? It was one thing when you nearly got me killed doing your stunts. You never gave me credit for climbing around skyscrapers or jumping out of airplanes. You always acted like you were the great action star, you arrogant son-of-a-bitch," I said.

He merely stared at me with his eyes. "You think this is all a joke for a new reality TV show," I said.

He then started crying, and I shook my head in frustration. "You're pathetic!" I shouted at him.

***

When it was dark, I placed a hood over his head and placed him in my car. I drove him out into the country and dropped him off at a family owned cabin where I would occasionally fish. He would have to remain there until my surgery.

I went back to my apartment and was met with Rob with a kiss. I backed away from him. I was going to be a man again soon and this would have to stop. "We can't continue this," I said.

"What's wrong?" he asked confused.

"I am going to have these breasts removed and repair my face to the way it used to be. I am going to live as a man again," I said.

"Is that what you really want?" he asked.

"Yes! Are you crazy? I don't want to be a woman for the rest of my life," I said as if it were obvious.

"If Cruz goes through with the surgery, you will have a vagina and womb. You can experience something no man has ever been able to do," he said.

"Easy for you to say; you're not living it," I snapped.

"You even act like a woman," he said.

"Fuck you," I replied.

I then got a phone call. "He told us to call you. We have Cruz," a sinister male voice said on the other end.

"Who is this?" I demanded.

"You don't need to know that. Suffice to say, we know you are connected to Cruz. If we hurt him, it hurts you," the voice said.

I then felt a sudden pain in my face. Cruz had just been slapped. "That was just the beginning," the voice said.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Meet us at the warehouse and bring ten thousand dollars," the voice said and then proceeded to give an address. "No police," he added.

"I don't have that kind of money," I protested.

"We know you're getting surgery done. You have the money," the voice corrected. "You have twenty-four hours. If he dies, you die."

I stared at Rob stumped. "I have to go," I said.

"Where?" he asked.

"Just something I have to take care of," I said.

"We're more than roommates now. Please, let me help you," Rob insisted.

"Cruz has been kidnapped. I have to rescue him, or we both die," I said.

"I'm in," Rob smiled.

***

I came to the warehouse ready for action. Rob and I separated as I walked closer to the warehouse. I took out a flash grenade and threw it through the window. There was a bang and a flash of light. I entered the warehouse and fired my TASER at a man in a black mask. He went down quickly, and I advanced.

I placed a gas mask on my face and threw smoke grenades into the building. The warehouse became filled with smoke with people shouting. I approached one of the gangsters who was coughing from the smoke. I took out pepper spray and sprayed it in his eyes. He cried out in pain and tried to swing at me. I kicked him to the head sending him to the ground.

The power then went off making the warehouse completely dark. Rob had cut the power as instructed. I took the gas mask off as the gas faded and placed night vision goggles on. I could see the gangsters in the dark and attacked each one with hand-to-hand combat. I slammed them through windows, into walls, and made them kiss the floor. Rob did his part immobilizing one of the gangsters.

I then used a baton and swung at the remaining gangsters beating them to the ground. Despite my physical weakness from the hormones, my combat training never left me. With the gangsters defeated, Rob put the power back on.

***

In the middle of the warehouse was Cruz untied. He was standing looking over my work. He smiled insanely and then gave me the thumbs up. "What is this?" I demanded.

"You've succeeded beyond my expectations, really, wow," he said impressed.

"Who are these?" I asked of the fallen gangsters.

"My bodyguards," he smirked.

"You kidnapped yourself?" I asked outraged.

"How was the performance?" Cruz asked.

I punched him to the face nearly knocking him to the floor. "Okay, I probably deserved that," he said.

"And to think I was going to have to give over ten thousand dollars to save you," I said angrily.

"Did you actually bring the money?" he asked curiously.

"No, I came here to rescue you by force and then maybe kill your ass," I said darkly.

"Good!" he said and then took out a real pistol. He pointed it at his head.

"No, wait!" I said before he could pull the trigger.

"This is the only way to sever the link between us. I'm sorry I caused this," he said.

"You caused this?" I questioned.

"I wanted to see what would happen to someone who looked like me. Even now, we look like twins," he smiled while still holding the pistol.

"Just go back to being a man. I'll change back as you do," I said.

"I'm in too deep. I have to see it to the end," he said.

"Why?" I asked.

"What will people think of me if I go back? I will be the laughingstock of Hollywood but since I began transitioning people have been sending me letters that I am an inspiration for them. I bring people hope. I'm a real hero to them," he said.

"You have millions of dollars and expensive houses. Who gives a fuck what people think?" I said to him.

"I need them," he said wide-eyed.

I made a few cautious steps towards him. "We can make a deal," I said as my resolve began to fade.

"What is it?" he asked curiously.

"Go get your sex change, but I want to fly in your private jet and I want a load of money. All of this can be between us. No one need know," I said.

"We could still work together?" he asked hopefully.

"Of course," I said.

He lowered the pistol and gave it to me. With the pistol in my hand, I could kill him right there. Rob entered the warehouse and saw me with the pistol. My feelings became conflicted as I considered what to do. If I did nothing, Cruz and I would both have a sex change. I would lose my cock and have a vagina and womb instead. I could get pregnant and give birth. I would be a woman permanently. On the other hand, I could kill this asshole and spend my remaining money trying to fix myself. My chest would take months to heal and my body would require testosterone boosters. I may never be the same as before. Still, I didn't know for sure what would happen if I killed him while still linked to him.

"You're a good actor, Cruz," I said finally.

He merely stared at me. I took out the magazine and showed that it was empty and then I opened the chamber revealing no bullet inside. It had never been loaded. "I could tell that the weapon weighed too low," I said.

He smiled and clapped his hands. "Marvelous," he complimented.

"I'll see you on set, asshole," I said and then left with Rob.

Cruz smiled as I left.

***

I cancelled my breast surgery and waited for the inevitable. Cruz's secretary gave me a courtesy call on when his surgery would be. Rob and I drank with the intent of getting passed out drunk. I didn't want to be awake while changes were being made to Cruz.

"I should probably jerk off while I still have it," I said walking towards the bathroom.

Rob stopped me. "Let's make it special."

We took our clothes off and entered the shower together. My body looked perfectly feminine to Rob's eyes. I looked at Rob impressed by his physical training. He had hit the gym hard in recent months. Had he been trying to impress me this whole time?

It would take some time for me to get off. I decided to take care of his needs first. I got on my knees and placed his cock in my mouth. He closed his eyes and sighed as I sucked him. He came in no time, and I knew then that I would never feel awkward or embarrassed to give Rob head. I was going to be a woman in love with her man soon.

Rob then held my shrinking cock and used a lubricant to get it up. It took some time and when it finally did get erect it wasn't very big. "This is embarrassing," I said as he worked on me.

"Soon, it won't matter," he assured me.

"I'm scared," I admitted.

"I'll be here for you. You will have so much fun in the morning," he promised me.

I smiled at his meaning. As soon as I had a real vagina, we would surely fuck the rest of the day. He continued to stroke my cock and cup my shrinking balls. I sighed at his touch. Finally, it became too much as I struggled to cum. I clutched his body for support as he continued to stroke me. The pleasure was building, but it wouldn't come out. He touched my female ass to give me support. I just held onto him abandoning all masculine pride as I felt the familiar surge go through me.

For the last time, my seed rushed out of my cock and fell on the shower floor. My cock pulsed a few times and then it was over. I would never ejaculate again. My cock shrank in size, and I knew then that it would never become erect again.

"Thank you," I said gratefully and then kissed him under the warm water.

I went to bed exhausted. He followed me into bed and we cuddled close as we fell asleep.

***

The next morning, I half expected my cock to still be there. I figured Cruz would wimp out and not go through with it. I cautiously removed the sheets from my naked body and saw that my cock and balls were gone. Amazed, I didn't want to hope for anything more. I felt where a woman's clit should be and eventually found the little nub. I rubbed it and felt instant satisfaction. I could do this all day, it felt so good. I then cautiously pushed inside myself with my two fingers. It immediately became moist and started squeezing on my fingers. This wasn't a surgically made cavity but a female organ. This was the real deal.

I got out of bed and looked at my naked female body in the mirror. I posed in different ways and felt perfectly natural. Cruz had gone through with the surgery. I was now whole. I went back to the bedroom and woke up Rob.

"It happened," I said.

"It did?" he asked amazed.

"Want to test it out?" I asked hopefully. No longer was I in charge when it came to love making. Never would I have to beg for sex. No man would ever hesitate to make love to me. As I thought about it, I decided I would change from my old ways. I would stay faithful to Rob for as long as he would have me; just the two of us. Within a few moments, his cock was erect and ready for me. He wasted no time and placed his cock at my entrance. I was on my back in silent anticipation as he pushed little-by-little inside me. It was so different than when he penetrated my ass. I must have been aroused, because he slid easily inside me.

"You good?" he asked.

I simply nodded. He kissed me passionately and then went to work. I figured it would take him only a few minutes to cum. That's all I could really expect under the circumstances. Yet, Rob was an excellent lover. He kept it going for an hour. We changed positions every few moments, so I could enjoy being penetrated from every angle. He quickened his pace, and I felt an orgasm coming.

"Almost there," I said as he pounded me into the mattress.

He went as fast as he could, going as deep as he could. Finally, I cried out as I felt my first orgasm. I started breathing heavily like I had just run a couple miles. I was so overwhelmed by what had just happened to me that Rob decided to back off for a moment.

"Holy shit," I said stunned.

"You like that?" Rob guessed.

At that moment, I didn't care if he was on top of me or penetrating me from behind. I just wanted to feel that sensation every time. I didn't even care about whether I could get pregnant. I was lost in the moment. Rob came inside me, and I felt it for the first time in my new vagina. Everything was different now. Instead of wanting to fuck every girl I saw on the streets, I only wanted Rob and his awesome cock. The female body was no longer sexually interesting to me. I looked at Rob's masculine body with lust. He was mine whenever I wanted. Whenever I had the desire, he would be there for me.

***

Dotty Cruz was all smiles as her picture was taken by the paparazzi. It was confirmed that she had undergone the sex change operation and was currently recovering. She looked very feminine, and it would be difficult for any to know she had ever been a man.

I turned the TV off and thought about my new life. I would have to change my birth certificate, my driver's license, all of my documents. I couldn't go by Andrew any more. I decided to go with Andrea, but I didn't mind if Rob called me Andy.

Soon after her press conference, Dotty called me. "Did it happen to you as well?" she asked.

"Yes, and I tested it out and everything," I said.

"You're so lucky. I have to wait at least a few months," Dotty said envious.

"Why you calling? You have a movie in mind?" I asked.

"Well, I thought I should take you out shopping. Unless of course, you were already dressing as a woman before," Dotty said.

"I could use some more clothes," I agreed.

"Excellent," Dotty said pleased.

Dotty and I went shopping at an expensive mall in downtown LA. She was buying everything for me. I had to walk slowly with her as she was still healing from the surgery. After filling up several bags, we went to the food court for lunch.

"It's nice not being recognized," Dotty said happily. No one came up to her asking for an autograph or wanting to take her picture.

"That will change," I warned her.

"They're going to destroy me," she moaned. "They'll criticize my choice of dresses, my hair, my boob size, whether I am getting fat," she listed.

"It comes with the territory. You could retire," I suggested.

"No, I have a movie deal coming up, and I need you," she said becoming seriously.

"What's the job?" I asked cautiously.

"It's a spy movie. I am going to be the hero's girl. You have to be my stand-in on some shots," she said.

"Sounds interesting," I said.

"You should do the job while you still can," she said knowingly.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked almost offended.

"You can't be doing stunt work with a baby inside you," she smiled.

I simply stared at her and then we both laughed.