My stomach and hips looked unchanged, but like my chest, the hair that normallycovered my stomach was gone. As I pulled down my shorts the only hair I...saw wasa triangular patch in my crotch. I felt down there, and found that I barely hada mound, but there was a definite slit at the bottom of the hair. My dick wasgone, I now had a woman's pussy.My legs looked just like normal, except that they were slimmer and not bloatedand the hair was lighter and finer. My arms were the same, but my hands. Dr. Zimmerman was ecstatic with the knowledge she would have the sexual services of this beautiful wife three times a week for at least a month. Unknown to John and Paula, Paula was being used, and sexually exploited for the monetary benefit of the respected Dr. Marcia Zimmerman. John was a nuisance that had to be tolerated, but, she believed she had the answer to that problem. With more sedation and hypnotic suggestions, he could sleep through the sessions and dream of his sexual prowess with. I looked at her and could see pain yet pleasure on her face. Brett had now begun thrusting deep and hard at a fast rythem into her vigin-tight like pussy. The vibrator was now laying beteen her and I, still vibrating. They were holding hands, their fingers were interlocked as they were lost in their connection. They were getting close to orgasm and I never wanted it to end. I took the vibrator hoping that my touching her would not disrupt the pleassure world she was experiencing. I laid the tip. He seemed to have let his anger cool as well.At dinner that night we talked. I don't know why, maybe we were just both lonely, but we decided to start dating again. On the way home we stopped on the beach and had frenzied sex in the back of his truck like a couple of teens. Then he took me home to mom and dad. God, I felt like I was in high school again.It wasn't long after that that he told me of his plans to go out cross-dressed. Needless to say, it didn't make me happy, but I really wanted.