There are multiple ways to approach gender reassignment surgery, all procedures are viable, and each has their own set of complications, which depending on the patient's particular medical history can make one method preferable over the other. The most common is through a method known as penile inversion vaginoplasty (PIV), which basically means cutting open the penis and turning it inside out. This procedure removes the erectile tissue, testicles and much of the scrotum, but preserves the glans, penile skin and urethra to fashion the clitoris and vaginal cavity. As you might imagine, patients with small penises often find they have insufficient material for PIV and have to resort to alternate vaginoplasty techniques.

PIV requires four to five hours of intense surgery and multiple stages. In order to perform the operation the surgeon first must dissect the scrotum along the midline and dispose of the testes, careful to ligate the spermatic cords. Next the penile skin can be separated from the shaft by cutting two round incisions around the gland, making way for access to the foreskin, which will be carefully dissected away from the shaft. The unskinned shaft is then dissected to remove erectile tissue and the glans reduced to about half its original size. Finally the skin is folded inward and reconnected at its base with the two ends of the uncircumcised foreskin and urethra, creating a natural-looking vaginal canal and hood around the reduced glans, now clitoris. The scrotal skin can be stitched together and adjusted to form an aesthetically pleasing result.

If performed properly, these methods provide near 100% sexual satisfaction to most who go under the knife. Tom knew these steps nearly as well as a seasoned surgeon, he had fantasized about them for years after finding out a surgery existed that could fix him. For years he dreamt about waking up after surgery and taking off the dressings, peeling back the bandages to discover the pink interior of a perfect vagina. Now the fantasy was finally coming true. Already unconscious from the pain, he was wheeled into the emergency OR, and anesthesia was started. Dr. Stoll, assisted by Dr. Davis, prepared the instruments of his impending transformation, this was it! The day when he would lose his dick and gain something else so much better. Something that no matter what happened, made him the man he was meant to be.

They lifted Tom's legs into the stirrups and began attaching monitors to check on his vital signs. The operation itself would be fairly uneventful, Dr. Stoll had done many before. Seeing such a masculine young football player in this situation was still alien to Dr. Stoll, he felt like he should be more scared than this. However, fear never stopped him from doing his job, nor did it stop him from performing the transformation that Tom needed.

Part of his job as a plastic surgeon was to make whatever augmentations he did look natural on his patients’ bodies. He wanted everything to fit perfectly; there should be no scars, or any other visual reminders that anything had been changed, and the style should match the person he was operating on. Well how do you make a natural looking vagina on a massive hairy hunk of a football jock? In truth, it wasn't easy, but there were options. Dr. Stoll and Dr. Davis agreed on the best course of action. They made quick work of his male genitalia and then went to work, mapping out where to make the incisions for his new vulva. After some consideration on how to give Tom the most masculine vagina possible, they decided to preserve the entirety of Tom’s glans. He had a Prince Albert and the doctors made sure he could still wear it like before. Since he didn’t have the largest penis, his new clit didn’t even look out of the ordinary. They gave him especially big, but still natural looking labia majora. From the top of his groin, down to his mons veneris they left no trace of his cock, balls, or any sign they were once there. With an entire package that matched the rest of his body and a face it looked like it had always been a part of him. In truth it had, this would just be the first time everyone else could see it too.

Tom would be wheeled into the recovery room where a worried and confused Luke would be waiting. As soon as they placed him on the bed Luke rushed over to examine his friend and teammate. It had been nearly twelve hours since he’d come in here and Luke had only gotten about five minutes sleep himself. Just as he suspected, Tom was hooked up to every kind of monitor imaginable. Luke had done this to poor Tom, what kind of man deserves such a cruel fate?

"Is he alright?" asked Luke anxiously. "I hope he’s ok."

Dr. Stoll smiled gently. "He'll be fine, I promise," said Dr. Stoll reassuringly. "As far as we can tell everything went exactly according to plan. There are no complications, the operation was successful. Right now he's unconscious and resting comfortably."

Luke nodded, unsure of what to make of this. “It is a highly unusual situation, though, and after some discussion with my colleagues we are willing to excuse the self harm and allow him to leave as long as he can stay with a loved one or relative for the next three to six months. If you're not comfortable with that, we will have him transferred to the county mental hospital where he will receive adequate care."

“Are you fucking kidding me?! You want to stick him in a mental hospital because of what he’s gone through?” yelled Luke angrily. “What does he need help for? This is all a terrible accident, and really it’s my fault. How can you say that it’s self harm? ”

"Self harm is when someone does something to themselves with intent, whether that be harming their body. In this case, him pulling his catheter was a mistake and although it may seem harsh, it’s plenty a good reason for us to believe it was intentional."

"But, but why do you think it was intentional?" cried Luke.

"We don’t know exactly. But, based on the degree of the mutilation we’ve determined it is either a psychotic episode or sexual frustration. We suspect the latter but want to rule out the former. Regardless, it is very important to ensure he has access to medical attention and the support of others during this period. A condition of leaving is a pledge from you or another close relative that they can take him in and be responsible for him.”

“Why me though? We’re not related?”

“Really? The nurses told me the two of you were lovers?“

Luke hesitated, not knowing what to say. He knew Tom’s parents were dead and he would almost definitely end up staying here if he didn’t lie and say Tom was his boyfriend. Truth be told he had always kinda had a crush on Tom. Even though he knew it was impossible, and completely unrealistic he found himself imagining what it might be like to be with him. What would Tom feel like in his arms? How hard would his chest muscles be? How big would his… dick get? Not that the last one was a question anymore thanks to him. Damn, this was worse than he thought. But, there was nothing else he could do.

"Yes... well..." he lied.

"Good. Now, go home, get the place ready for your boyfriend, enjoy the fresh air and sunlight, and come pick him up in the morning.”

The doctor left the room, leaving Luke to contemplate the situation and sit by his sleeping friend.

Tom woke later that afternoon while Luke was at home trying to set up his studio apartment for his new houseguest. He remembered coming around to find the bright lights of the recovery room and saw a strange nurse tending to him. He tried opening his eyes but they wouldn't move so he just lay there feeling the drugs wearing off. It took a minute before he realized the pain wasn't as bad and felt something tight gripping his crotch. He reached out for his dick and was met with a strange flat groin, that’s when the last few days came rushing back to him.

His heart started racing when he saw the tube sticking out of the bandages. Everything came flooding back to him; how much pain he’d endured during from the accident, how it left him mangled, and how in a daring moment he forced his fantasy to be made real.

It hurt as he moved but he slowly began to relax and decided to see if he could use the muscles of his hips to try to sit up. At first he just rocked slightly and then gradually got more confident and soon found he was able to sit up without any discomfort. He looked down at his outstretched muscular legs, flexing under the sheets and couldn’t help smiling. His life was changed forever and for better or worse he was happy about it. His hands were still thick and worn, connected to his big forearms. His feet still looked like they could support mountains, and his legs still were the cannons that drove him down the field. He was still the man he always had been, except now under his bandages was his freshly minted pussy!

The thought made him smile even more and brought tears to his eyes as he wondered how long it would take before he’d be able to stand again.

The events of the last couple of days seemed surreal but he knew it was all real and yet here he was sitting up in bed looking at his flat new groin. It was quite strange. It felt exactly the same as it used to only like there was a tension on his parts, like a really tight tuck. He rubbed his hand over his thigh, feeling the new shape of his groin and laughed when he couldn’t reach anything underneath.

He looked down at himself once more, thinking about what he'd done and wondering if it was a dream. The door opened, it was Dr. Davies who entered the room and sat down next to Tom's bed. “I have to say I am very impressed Mr. Harrison. You’re healing faster than I expected and you should be standing again in no time.” Tom noticed the slight frown forming on the doctor’s face and asked, “Is there something wrong?” “Well the way you forced our hand was entirely uncalled for and if I hadn’t spoken to you right before and understood your predicament, I’d have to have you institutionalized for this kind of behaviour. This is by far the most bizarre thing I’ve ever seen happen to someone.”

Tom didn’t know what to say and just paused. ”But you need to rest, heal and learn how to live with your new body. Your partner talked us into letting you go with him as long as you’re under supervision. We can remove your packing now, and you can go home with him tomorrow in a wheelchair. You’re a lucky man to have him, you’re gonna need quite a bit of help in the first few weeks. If you follow the instructions I give you, you should make a full recovery.”

Tom smiled at the doctor and replied, “Okay Doctor, thanks.” He was only paying half attention but the word partner still stuck out to him, had Luke lied to keep him out of the psych ward?

After checking Tom's packing for a moment, Dr. Davies said, "You're really healing nicely." He started taking off the gauze wrap around his left leg, slowly pulling it back so Tom could see the flesh beneath. Tom watched fascinated as the folds of his new genitals came into view. "That's incredible," Tom gasped as his eyes grew wider.

"Yes indeed. If it weren’t for the circumstances I’d say this is some of the best work I’ve seen in a long time, Dr. Stoll really is a magician. Are you ready?"

Tom nodded his head yes as the wrapping fell away from his hip. The doctor continued removing the wraps until all that remained was the cotton stuffed condom inside his vagina. Tom stared wide eyed at his genitalia, it looked so real; the pink clit with his 4 gauge Prince Albert ring still through it, the curly blond pubic hair neatly trimmed, not a stray strand anywhere, the labia were moist and glistening in the overhead light. A tear rolled down his cheek and he turned his head away. Tom cleared his throat and met the doctors gaze. "It looks so real…how did they do it?" he asked in awe.

The doctor gave a little chuckle, "Oh it’s all very simple. It took the actual size and shape of your own original organs and muscles, plus some imagination, that’s all." He gave Tom an encouraging smile, "I think you’ll find yourself more than pleased as time goes on and you regain more functionality."

Dr. Davies reached over and grabbed a pair of foreceps from the tray next to him, then leaned forward and started pulling at the condom. The latex resisted for a moment, but finally gave way. With one quick pull, the thing slid easily out of Tom’s crotch.

Dr. Davies set it down on the tray, “Just to remind you what we’re dealing with here. Now before we get started with checking the depth, there are a few things you need to know about how to take care of yourself while you're recovering, okay?" Tom nodded in response. "Number one, you will have to dilate each evening when you go to bed, and every morning when you wake up. At least thirty minutes each for the first month.”

Tom groaned as he heard those words.

“And two,” Dr. Davies put up his hand stopping Tom from interrupting. “You should expect to experience quite a bit of discomfort at first and swelling. It’s natural and to be expected. Take a couple aspirin after you dilate each evening and again in the morning if you feel any swelling or pain, okay? You’ll probably notice a gradual decrease in the soreness over the next week or so."

Dr. Davies reached under the table and pulled up a second rubberized plastic instrument tray. This one held multicolored plastic implements and a tube of surgical lube. "I want you to lay on your back now with your legs spread apart as much as you can manage, okay?"

Tom nodded and let his knees fall open even farther.

He was surprised when Dr. Davies placed a pair of stirrups on either side of his pelvis, clamping them tightly together. The stirrups locked in place, holding Tom’s thighs apart at the knees and keeping them at a 45 degree angle to the table. Tom looked  down and noticed how his labia spread nicely. "Now let me explain what I'm going to do before we start, okay?”

“I'll use a lubricant to prepare your vagina and then check its depth and diameter with this.” The doctor held up the purple plastic dildo-shaped implement.

As the doctor inserted the cold probe into Tom’s vaginal opening, Tom winced and arched his back in protest. But Dr. Davies just chuckled. “I know you’re not happy about this, but trust me, it’s necessary.”

The cold sensation was quickly replaced by a strange feeling of being stretched as the probe went deeper into Tom's new vagina. “Are you ready?" Dr. Davies inquired.

After the initial shock of the pain wore off, Tom relaxed his legs slightly and allowed himself to enjoy the sensation. There was no doubt it hurt, but not nearly as bad as he feared it would. After about a minute of probing and sliding the large instrument in and out, Dr. Davies removed it and sat back on his heels, satisfied with the results.

Tom moaned softly, relieved that it wasn't worse than it had been. In fact, he actually enjoyed the sensation to a certain extent. "Does everything look alright, doc?" he asked.

Dr. Davies smiled, "Looks fine to me. Your labia seem to be adjusting well. Your depth is pretty much right where it needs to be too. No worries there. Just keep dilating like you're supposed to, and you’ll be fine. It looks like you have 15cm of depth, and can start with the green one. Would you like a closer look?” The doctor said as he held up a round plastic mirror which reflected the examination table directly.

A sense of humiliation washed over Tom as he watched himself lie there naked, spread-eagled on a medical exam table. His new vagina, glistening and dripping wet, stitching poking through from various places. He spent a good minute admiring his new genitalia in silence. His clit poked out of its hood, the metal ring jutting out of the meatus the only remnant of its former status as the crown jewel of his manhood. Its connection to the urethra had to be cauterized shut to prevent infection, now ending just below it, still catheterized to keep it open. His labia were still rough, but that would improve with time, he could tell they were expertly crafted.

Tom imagined what his body would look like to a stranger; wide and muscular, with an abundant amount of hair sprouting from his barrel chest and thick thighs. His face had the beggings of blonde stubble from not having shaved since arriving in the hospital. He realized for the first time how sexually attractive he actually was, with his muscular frame and casual masculinity. They would probably think him some sort of Adonis; such beauty, such perfection. Well this Adonis now had a pink shaved pussy between his legs.

“I’ll have the nurse bring by the discharge paperwork for you and your boyfriend to sign in the morning. I suggest making the follow up appointments then, one in two and one in 6 weeks. They’ll also take out your catheter and administer your testosterone shot before you leave in the morning. Depending on how you heal you can be cleared for regular activity in a few weeks.” Dr. Davies told him as he finished his report and left the room.

Tom sat alone for a while in the quiet examination room, reflecting on the whole process so far. When would he start feeling better? How would he tell people his innie was now an outie? The doctor mentioned testosterone, how would it change his body, would it be enough? Tom worried about these things but eventually drifted off to sleep. Today was the first day of the rest of his changed life.

The drive back to Luke’s apartment was awkwardly quiet, Luke driving, Tom staring at his big hands wrapped around the steering wheel, trying desperately not to think about what Luke thought of him. Every once in a while Luke would make a passing remark or ask a question, but he kept his thoughts focused on anything other than himself. It felt like an awkward first date, though both thought the other was straight. At one point Luke asked Tom if he was sad about loosing the ability to have kids, Tom quickly responded ‘no’ without really thinking.  Neither really talked about the issue further after that.

They finally arrived at their destination. Luke lived on the third floor of an old building with no elevator. Tom said he could make it up on his own, but Luke, still guilty over his involvement, insisted on carrying him up the stairs. Tom let Luke, though reluctant at first, after feeling the pain from trying the first few steps.

“On three... One... Two.. Three!” The big linebacker Luke scooped up his teammate, one arm under his legs and the other reaching around to his back. Holding the struggling athlete tightly against his solid body he hauled him up three flights of stairs to his place. Luke couldn’t help noticing how beautiful Tom looked in his arms. The wide set shoulders beneath his brown t-shirt and the muscular biceps flexing against the material. Even though Tom was used to the attention by now, he started to feel embarrassed by the sheer size of Luke. When they reached the third floor, Luke carefully put Tom down onto the landing.

Luke continued looking at his feet, and muttered a small apology, unsure what else to say, before heading into the apartment. Tom followed behind him. The place was small, with the essentials: bed, dresser, TV, and couch, all shoved together in a tight living space. There was only one window, and not much light came in through it to illuminate the cramped interior. A collection of sports trophies stood on the opposite wall from the entrance, and a framed picture of a smiling woman hugging a younger Luke hung on the wall.

Luke walked Tom to the couch and sat down next to him, waiting until Tom took a seat before sitting himself. The silence was awkward, neither wanting to talk, though Tom didn’t want to seem too uncomfortable by ignoring him completely.

Finally Luke broke the tension.

“How are you feeling, dude?” He asked softly, nervously.

Tom turned to face Luke and smiled, unsure how to answer the question.

“Well... uh... honestly I feel pretty good... better than expected I guess. It’s gonna take some time to get used to my new body parts.” He admitted.

Luke turned red at Tom’s admission. He wanted nothing more than to say ‘I love you’ and reassure the handsome man, but despite his growing love for the hunky quarterback, he didn’t want to risk their friendship and hurt him. This way at least, Tom wouldn’t suspect something deeper between them. Instead he took a deep breath and replied “Oh wow... Yeah, it will definitely take some getting used to. I’m sorry… you can stay here as long as you want though. I don’t mind at all. You know that, right?” Luke responded sheepishly, hoping Tom would accept his offer.

“And the doctor gave me specific orders on how to help you recover, remember he said three months. So for at least that long you’re stuck with me.”

Luke chuckled nervously. “Alright then... Well... umm... thanks Luke. Thanks for everything.” Tom told him as he pulled the big boy close to him and hugged him.

As Tom held Luke close, he realized just how strong this giant was. He’d always assumed Luke was bigger than everyone else on the team, but seeing him up close made him realize just how massive he really was. His shoulders were broad, but there was no extra fat or padding anywhere. Just pure muscle and bone. Tom looked up at the huge man in awe, having never seen someone so big in person before. But what truly amazed Tom was Luke’s broad chest. The massive muscles underneath the brown t-shirt felt incredibly warm against Tom’s body, almost hot. He wondered what it would be like to run his hands across those gigantic pectorals, feeling every contour and crevice of the monster chest beneath. Tom realized his wandering hands had slipped off Luke’s waist, making contact with the enormous bulge pushing out against his tight shorts. Tom caught himself though, and quickly pulled away before arousing suspicion from the athletic hunk. Still, he couldn’t stop thinking about the sensation he felt when he ran his fingers along the mammoth muscle and how soft and supple they felt under his touch. It sent shivers through his entire body, starting in his lower back, shooting down his spine and then radiating outward to every limb. The sight and feel of the muscular stud sitting next to him brought a smile to Tom’s face.

As soon as he could control himself, Tom gently pushed Luke away. He still wanted to cuddle with his friend, but needed to do it without breaking down and revealing his secret desires. Lucky for him he couldn’t have his cover blown by an unsightly erection. He took a deep breath and let out a long sigh before turning to face Luke again.

“Uh... why don’t we watch a movie tonight... if that’s okay with you.” Luke suggested.

Tom nodded enthusiastically.

“Yeah... that sounds great... movie sounds perfect.” He answered happily. At this point it was already mid afternoon, and evening wasn’t far off. And it looked like rain. A lazy afternoon watching a good movie sounded like just the thing to relax Tom after his ordeal.

“Actually, let’s order some dinner first though, ok? We haven’t eaten anything since breakfast, and that was hours ago.” Tom asked Luke, healing must’ve driven up his metabolism or something because he sure seemed hungry all of a sudden.

The idea of eating sent another surge of adrenaline into Luke’s veins. He suddenly got very hungry too. “Ah, ah, ah, were you not paying attention at all to the doctors? You’re not supposed to eat heavy solid food for at least a week.” Luke reminded him with mock authority.

Tom laughed, trying to act tough.

“Screw the doctors! They’re not running the show around here. And besides, I bet they would approve of me taking a little break for a bite to eat. I mean, it’s been a rough day, and a nice meal will probably make me feel a lot better.” He tried reasoning with Luke.

Luke frowned, annoyed at having to explain this obvious fact, but again moved in closer to Tom. “Well, what can I say? My apologies Mr. Mayfield, my job is to keep you alive and healthy and feed you only nutritious foods. That means no pizza, burgers, Chinese take-out, and especially no chocolate chip cookies. And besides, I went shopping just for you, we’re gonna have a great time trying all kinds of different stuff this week. Ok? Now let’s get some real food into your body, hmm?” Luke held out his hand to Tom, waiting patiently for Tom to take it. Luke guided him to a chair at the table by the kitchen, where he could watch him cook, even thinking as far as to bring a pillow for the hard wooden chair.

He opened the fridge door to look for ingredients, checking them carefully one by one. He found a bag full of spinach leaves, onions, carrots, celery and a chicken breast. Not exactly exotic, but healthy, and pretty much the basics when cooking chicken soup. After chopping the veggies, he set to work cutting up the chicken breasts into small pieces and sautéing the mixture.

Tom was mesmerized at this point. Luke almost had a rhythm to his movements now, like he was dancing. It was like watching a ballet on stage, but Luke wasn’t doing it in front of thousands of people, it was just the two of them and Tom had nothing else to do but watch the big man so meticulously assemble even such a simple meal.

Luke must’ve misread Tom’s reaction, because he smiled at him again and asked “Is something wrong?”

“It’s…just amazing that you know how to do everything so well, Luke.” Tom managed to say with slight embarrassment. “I never knew anyone who could actually cook.”

“Well I am not that amazing really. Just very passionate about food, maybe even a bit obsessed, but I am glad you think so.” Luke said humbly, “Wanna open a bottle of wine? It goes good with food and the smell should make the rest of the house smell nice too. You know, after the mess I caused you down there, the least I can offer is a drink.”

Tom laughed at the comment. “Yes please! I love red wine! It’s my favorite.” Luke pulled up a chair to the small two seated table where Tom was sitting. Tom felt that Luke was sitting in pretty close to him, it could’ve been his imagination though, and he wasn’t complaining. The two would get tipsy and make light conversation as the pot of soup simmered away at the stove.

As the alcohol made its way through their systems and they shared a few laughs, Luke built up the courage to ask Tom a question he had been wondering about but was too afraid to bring up. “So why did you do it?” He finally blurted out, not knowing how else to start the conversation.

“Huh? What are you talking about?” Tom didn’t understand.

“I know the accident hurt you pretty bad, but you still had some of your dick left? Or at least that’s what the doctors made it sound like. Why hurt yourself like that and force them to take that away?” Luke waited anxiously for an answer. He couldn’t imagine Tom having wanted this, macho quarterback Tom? No way. He dated a different girl every week?

Suddenly feeling bad for asking, Luke answered with his own doubts: “I don’t want to sound insensitive or anything, but I guess I’m wondering how you’re holding up is all…”

Tom desperately wanted to share the true nature of his desire with Luke, yet he couldn’t face the possibility that he could lose Luke, even if staying quiet might mean he never would have him in the first place. “I just need some time to adjust. I already lost my balls and most of my dick in the accident and the doctors said I’d never be able to have sex the way I was. If I could’ve had it another way I would’ve…” he lied, quickly following up with: “Hey I am sorry for being an asshole. It was an accident and I don’t blame you one bit.” Tom acted like he was struggling to forgive Luke to add credibility to his words, but really he couldn’t have been more grateful for what happened. Here he was, sharing an apartment with a giant handsome stud of a man, and his body was finally corrected. It’s too bad he couldn’t say that, though. His true feelings would’ve scared the living shit out of Luke and he wasn’t ready for that kind of rejection.

“I’m really sorry, and I’m really sorry for bringing it up in the first place. I hope you feel better soon.” Luke stood up to serve dinner, the two were getting starving at this point.

As they sat down to eat, Tom noticed a sad look in Luke’s eyes, and wanted nothing more than to lean in and comfort his host. Maybe even kiss him right then and there. He didn’t understand that Luke shared his feelings, and his fear of rejection.

The two would move to the couch and pick out a movie, a slightly tipsy Luke nearly carrying Tom there. The couch was just big enough for the two of them to make space in the middle, leaving a foot or two between their legs.

Luke was almost outed when brokeback mountain showed up on his recently watched. Tom took notice and said “oh I’ve always wanted to see that, I hear it’s good.” Luke blushed but defended himself “Uhh yeah I just clicked on it accidentally, didn’t watch it though, if you want we can see it? Don’t even really know what it’s about…”

Luke knew damn well what it was about. The two guys were hurting each other more than they realized. They were both too self-conscious to admit it and though both were more interested in each other, watched the movie in silence and kept their distance the whole time.

As the credits rolled Luke turned off the TV and stretched. “That was… weird.” Luke lied again. His heart beating faster than ever before, but he refused to acknowledge his new found desires.

Luke sheepishly reminded Tom of the doctors instructions: “Remember you have to uhm…. dilate your...” both Luke and Tom turned red at his words, ”well I’m going to go put the soup in the fridge while you do that? I guess if you need help, let me know? I have you set up on the couch afterwards.” Luke cringed at his words but secretly hoped Tom took him up on the offer. Tom sighed, knowing it would be a long and restless night for the two of them.

Author’s side note: I’m now realizing that I probably should proofread these, I’ve made a few mistakes I wish I could correct. Also I thought it would be fun if Luke was more than just attracted to Tom.

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A little after 2 am, a restless Luke lay awake, anxious from his growing feelings for his new houseguest. Trying not to wake his friend, Luke attempted to unsuspectingly examine his sleeping friend in the dim light shining through his living room window. The blond man had his head turned away from Luke, his sleeping body sprawled halfway off the couch.

He may have been half-covered by the sheets, but it was obvious Tom had slept in the nude that night. Luke wondered briefly if it was more comfortable, right after surgery, without clothing getting in the way.  He shook the thought out of his mind; he needed to stop daydreaming. If Tom woke up while he was looking, he’d most likely be mortified.

After his initial discovery, Luke snuck another glance every so often to check up on his buddy, all the while trying to stifle his sexual curiosity. Just as Luke became completely immersed in his voyeuristic activities, Tom shifted slightly under the covers, moving closer to the edge of the couch, now fully exposed.

Luke had always admired Tom’s muscular body, but the full frontal view he was presented with tonight left him speechless. A mix of adrenaline and anxiety shot through his body as he realized what he was doing, silently cursing himself for letting his curiosity get the best of him. This was a problem he would have to deal with later, and having sufficiently suppressed his urges, eventually drifted back to sleep.

Luke dreamt about his teammates that night, and about the big game.  Most notably was the image of his fellow linebacker, Bradley Robert Astor. His tanned skin glistened in the dark as he jogged across the field in slow motion, putting his head down and grinding into his shoulder pads, arms extended in a futile attempt to propel him forward. Though he knew Brad’s dick was big and powerful, Luke never saw any evidence of its size, until tonight. His fantasy played on, Brad flexing his muscles before Luke, their bodies bumping and grinding as Luke lost control. Brad, who was only slightly smaller than Luke, pushed him up against the wall and shoved his hand under his belt line to his, vagina? Brad pulled down Luke’s shorts to reveal Tom’s new vagina, the very one Luke had just been admiring before falling asleep.

Brad moved on with renewed vigor, lowering himself to his knees, his face only inches away from Luke’s new privates. As he stared in amazement, Brad began lapping at the newly exposed labia, rubbing his tongue against them. In that moment, Luke imagined it was the greatest feeling he had ever felt. Brad’s spit mixed with the precum oozing from the vagina and Luke fell deeper into the fantasy. Brad then slid his finger into the new opening, circling it gently, teasing Luke with his masterful touch. Finally, when he had Luke at his mercy, he stood and lifted Luke to sit on the edge of the bed, their faces barely an inch apart. With quick movements, Brad undid his jeans and lifted Luke’s muscular legs onto his shoulders, pulling his own pants off as he did. His cock popped free from his boxer briefs and immediately landed between Luke’s legs.

As the fantasy played out in front of him, Luke dreamt he reached down and guided Brad’s massive penis towards his own lips, feeling the smooth head rub over his swollen clit before finally sliding inside of him. Luke’s hands clenched into fists as Brad continued to slowly pump in and out of him. After several minutes of bliss, Brad thrust harder and faster into Luke, pushing the young man further and further onto the bed until they were pressed together from head to toe.

It was only when Brad reached to stimulate his clit that Luke woke suddenly, gasping for air, the sheets soaking wet around his waist. Tom, who had been awake and had gotten dressed, sat up and looked at him, seeing that he had been sweating heavily in his sleep. Luke blushed, embarrassed by his behavior and very confused by his shockingly pleasurable dream.

“What’s wrong?” asked Tom, taking in the terrified expression on Luke’s face.

“Oh… nothing,” said Luke quickly, “just nightmares.” He lied. There was something very unsettling about that dream. Luke actually wondered if perhaps this recent development was merely some kind of turn on, or something deeper. However, he dismissed the idea as absurd. Luke went to put on his clothes, still unsettled by his erotic dream. He’d have to tell somebody about it. Maybe even go see someone about it. But not Tom, he wasn’t ready to hear that story, some dreams you just don’t share.

“Anyway, I know you’re out of class for now but I gotta get going, what time is it anyway?” Luke asked as he got dressed.

“9:20.”

Luke paused, shocked that he’d slept in that late. “Oh shit, team practice starts in 10, and even if I miss that, I got stats right after, I’m fucked. You can come too if you want, if we show up together we’ll get in less trouble.”

Tom looked down at his legs, grimacing slightly. “No thanks. I don’t really feel like running, or even watching for that matter. I’m not sure I’m ready to see the team yet.”

Luke stopped to think about it for a second, he didn’t really blame Tom for not wanting to come along to practice just yet. Even though Tom had a great amount of interest in seeing the team perform, he wasn’t ready to confront his teammates on the injury. It would take time for him to be completely comfortable there again. But maybe someday soon, he thought to himself.

“Alright, I’ll be back for lunch then. We can hang out and watch some TV or something. Do you need anything else before I go?” Luke said, anxious to leave.

“Nah, I think I’m good. Have fun at practice, make sure to give me the low-down when you get back.” Tom replied with a half smile. He couldn’t help but wonder what exactly that low-down would consist of. “Hey, actually, would you run down to the pharmacy on 7th and get my shots? Can’t be getting weak, the Dr. called in the prescription before I left.”

“Yeah, no problem,” replied Luke as he turned and walked towards the door.

Once Luke had gone, Tom took a deep breath and sat down on the sofa, deciding to mull over his situation in more detail. He was dreading the chore of dilating that lay ahead, last night was less comfortable than it should’ve been and he felt somewhat exposed and vulnerable. Plus, no balls meant another weekly shot, which was also something he needed to get used to. The thought of the needle alone made him cringe.

Taking a deep breath, he decided he’d better get to work, maybe the physical labor would distract him enough from the emotional rollercoaster of the past days.

Tom’s dilators came in a clear plastic case with five separate, well-constructed dildos. They were made of a very sturdy medical grade silicone, much sturdier than your average sex toy, though still soft enough for his sensitive skin. Each one varied in girth, and had markings along the side to measure his progress. There was a set up chart printed onto the inside cover of the box that gave guidelines on how many days it should take for each size to become comfortable. One inch a month max seemed like an incredibly slow process.

The doctor recommended he start with the green (medium girth) one, but as he had realized the night before, there was more to it than just blindly shoving it in.

Like had a mirror set up on the back of his front door, and Tom had a good view of himself on the couch in it. He started by taking off his shorts, revealing his tight underwear and camel toe. Getting naked wasn’t a big deal to Tom; he‘d gotten used to showering after practice anyway. Though now he found himself paying closer attention to his body, really studying it for the first time. There was so much muscle mass hidden under his physique, especially in his chest, arms and bulky thighs. It seemed even bigger now, almost disproportionately so, compared to his lack of bulge. His big muscles flexed under their coat of blonde body hair as he slid his briefs off, revealing his larger than average pierced clit and still healing vulva.

He took a moment to appreciate himself in the mirror, focusing on his new genitalia. He found himself incredibly sexy now, his body felt like it was always meant to be this way. Growing up, his body had never really mattered to him before. He worked out sure, but more so for the fun of it and to sneak glances at other guys. Now, having had a part of him removed, one he didn’t even realize how much he hated, he was noticing all these small details about himself that had previously been ignored.

It took him longer than usual to complete the ritual; he was distracted by his reflection, finding himself looking at his chest, biceps, calves and feet far more than usual. His hands involuntarily tracing the opening to his surgically altered manhood, which continued to tingle pleasantly with every move. He felt physically aroused for the first time since the procedure. He could feel his clit growing harder as he stroked it carefully, enjoying the tingling sensation it produced. Snapping out of his trance, he sat back on the couch and spread his naked legs to get a better view and decided to get to work.

Starting slowly, he began to insert the lube covered green dilator. It had a moderate length and girth, but despite the pain that came with pushing it into place, Tom easily guided it in by feel, being as careful and listening to his body as best as he could. The initial stretching brought a wave of pleasure and a new found confidence. Every inch he pushed it in gave him an added sense of control over his newly altered body. He loved knowing he had total control of this now unfamiliar piece of equipment inside his body. This was his pussy, it was part of him, and it was meant to be there.

Getting back down on the couch, he returned to stroking his enlarged clitoris, using the additional pressure from the silicone plug. Before long, he felt the familiar tightening of his body, almost as if he were getting ready to cum. He was getting closer, but it wasn’t enough yet. He knew he would need to find something else to help reach orgasm, something bigger, something more textured, more substantial… something that made his clit throb with lust. Something that could only come from a man.

But then, before he could put any thought towards it, there was a knock on the door. Glancing at the clock, Tom was horrified to see it was almost noon and Luke said he would be home for lunch.