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The Bodysuit

... on my buttocks left my anus “au natural” and that function could also be normally conducted. In my new 3D printed form, I could do all natural activities as if I was really female. Well, save one. I couldn’t have sex as a female without using a lubricant. But I had been briefed on that. While the vagina that had been printed on me was deep enough and real enough to work, it would require lubricant if someone wanted to fuck me. Or if I wanted someone to fuck me. And I was certain that at some point I would want exactly that. “Are you ready for our driver to bring you home?” an attendant asked. “Sure," I said, still groggy. They had briefed me on this ahead of time. One of their staff would drive me home while another of their staff members drove my own car home. The effects of the valium and the nitris together were certainly such that I probably shouldn’t be driving myself home. They helped me slip on a sweatshirt and sweatpants and loaded me into their car. I barely remember the drive. When we arrived at my home, they walked me to the door where I opened the lock and felt stable enough to take things from there on my own. They handed me my car keys and a reminder business card with contact information should I have any questions. I thanked them, closed the door, and deposited my keys on the counter in the kitchen. I turned, and walked over to the couch in the living room where I promptly fell asleep almost immediately after laying down. No doubt the valium the cause. ...

... -------------------------------------------------------------- A couple hours later. -------------------------------------------------------------- I woke on the couch rested and still in the sweat pants and shirt I was in when they brought me home. I reached up with my hand to rub my eyes and my forearm dragged across the now D cup breasts on my chest. Wow. Reality was going to kick in soon. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and got up to head to the bedroom and get a better look at and feel for my new self. When I got into the bedroom I stood in front of the full length dressing mirror and slowly pulled the sweatshirt up over my new tits and over my head. Looking in the mirror I was impressed. Except for the fact that my head was my normal self with my short male haircut, from the neck down to the waist where my sweatpants started my body was intimately feminine. I was not a skinny guy going into this process and I had no illusions that it would turn me into some size 2 model, physics are physics and body structure is what it is. But they had filled in some gaps and tightened up some areas. The printing material had tightened up my tummy much like a corset would have and with the now perky huge breasts above it created a very feminine structure. I couldn't help running my hands up my sides and around to my breasts where I cupped them and felt their weight and jiggle. They felt much like breast forms I had used in the past but unlike them, I no longer needed a bra to hold them in ...