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The Bodysuit

... printing continued up my stomach and to my chest where it took some time to build the breasts up to the D size that I had specified, but once it was done, even in my immobile state with my hands, ankles, and head outside the printing tube, I could feel their weight on my chest and knew they would be bouncy and bountiful. Printing continued above my new breasts and tapered to my neckline where the printer finished. Here is about where I passed out. I think. Well, at least I don’t recall the finishing of the process at least. It might just have been the drugs. The next thing I knew I was waking up on a bed with Dr. Silvia next to me. A sheet was covering me. “How are you feeling,” Dr. Silvia said. “A little groggy,” I said. “We have already clipped the catheter tube that feeds into your new vagina,” said Dr. Silvia. “Everything else has also been completed. You should be able to act and behave as a natural female would in your new printed body until the time you choose to change back to your male form at your own leisure.” As the nitris and valium wore off, I became more aware of my female form. “As we noted in our prior consultation, the process does not do anything to supplement features above the neck, for your hands, or your feet,” Dr. Silvia noted. “We obviously recommend a high quality wig to complete your feminine appearance, a good manicure and pedicure to add some female nails, and while a minor thing, some good false eyelashes help sell the image. It’s up to you to ...

... solve the voice issues also. If I remember right from the package you selected, you have already chosen to have our preferred contractor do all of these services for you before you go home.” “Yes, I definitely have,” I said, with more and more consciousness coming back to me. “Take a few minutes to allow the grogginess to pass,” Dr. Silvia said. “We will step out of the room for a few minutes and allow yourself to find your new form.” She stepped out of the room and I did just that. My hands slowly roamed down from my neck across my new breasts that were firmly in place on my chest. I grasped them and held them firmly. They felt real. Like any other breasts I had felt on a real woman. I slid my hands down my frame from my breasts to the mound that was now between my legs. Like the rest of my body, it was hairless, as the printing process was not able to replicate hair folicles. Everything else was as one would expect. At least I wouldn't have to shave my legs. A perfectly formed vagina mouth was there covering what used to be my cock and balls. I knew they were below, but there was no way to tell. I used my fingers to feel around and instantly noticed that pressure on my new “clit” was directly delivered to my cock that was below the latex material. I would now have to sit to use the bathroom, but the catheter that had been installed was fed to my “female parts” and would allow me to sit and pee like any normal female. The fact that the printing had stopped below my scrotum and ...