I began to toss around the idea of divorce in my head.Before that idea could get a firm hold Lisa began throwing up in the morning and complaining tha... her boobs hurt. Her period, usually as regular as the tide, did not come when it was supposed to. A simple test available at any drug store confirmed what we suspected. Lisa, despite her diaphragm, was pregnant.Strangely enough this was the happiest time of our marriage. Lisa positively glowed at the prospect of producing a baby. Our arguments. Besides give me breasts?" "He performed an orchiectomy on you," she stated in a very matter-of-fact way."A what?" I asked as I searched my mind for the definition. "It means he castrated you. Your tesicles have been removed and thusyour body will no longer be producing that nasty testosterone. Thefemale hormones you are on will now have a greater effect on your body.Combined with the paperwork I've submitted, you are now legally a woman.So Petra, you no longer have an excuse to leave the. "This time fill it full," she said."Yes, Madam," he said as he stumbled to the decanter and his climax receded into nothing.'How can I have been so foolish as to think that she would want just half a glass,' he thought without realising that, full or empty, his climax would be delayed.He handed back the glass and awaited her hand, but it did not return. Now his prick was demanding completion from him and she was ignoring his need.At last she turned to look up at him."You filled it full, that. "Pig!" And then she mumbled, "Yes."Charlie just stood next to Mary, his arm around her shoulders and a big smile on his face. She was snuggled into him, under his arm, both hands around his waist. She had that fresh fucked look that everyone from automobile designers to perfumers to drug researchers have been attempting to duplicate forever.I twisted around in my seat as we started towards the restaurant. "Did your mom tell you what's happening?" Pretty much. I guess your mom has cancer and.