I try to call Linda but she didn't pick up 7:30 there is a knock at the door Kat looks out and locks the door, Linda calls and Kat takes the phone off...the hook this goes on for two weeks. On monday of the third week Kat comes in smiling I ask why and she just says you will see soon.The next day again she is in high spirts and introduces me to Becky a women around 40yrs. maybe 5'7" 115lbs. and a very good body by the noises coming from the bedroom they were getting to know each other VERY good. . .” again.She didn't really wait for my answer though, and took her shoes off and then her pants and panties and I was still clutching my clothes in my lap and she said “Turn the sound back up, sweetie” and I did and the screams and moans returned and they were louder and more intense now and she leaned back and spread her legs and put both her hands on her pussy, spreading her lips with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other and after a while she looked at me and said “Don't be shy” and I. No matter how expensive or tightthey were, the presence of my male shame could still be detected.Hence, the news of the possibility of an orchiectomy was a much welcomerelief. But there was another reason why, upon diagnosis, I had decidedto schedule surgery just two weeks after. My boyfriend Achref and I haddated for five years. When I dated him as a man, we didn't considerthat we were in love. But things changed drastically when I made thedecision to feminize myself, by removing all my body. And I imagined my throbbing, erect penis being inside Dianne's vagina from the rear, while Kristin, my beautiful wife, was in front massaging Dianne's clitoris and sucking on her breasts, and that Dianne was massaging Kristin's swollen clitoris. And I imagined that we all came to orgasm at the same time this way. What a fantasy!After one hour of sheer erotic sex (I have never made love to a woman who could have several strong orgasms in a row like Dianne could), we lay together exhausted. I.