Striper

Surgical Precision

    I was completing some lab tests in the St. Bonaventure hospital,when the chief of surgery,  Dr. Andrew Thomas walked in.
   He requested me to come to the O.R. room 5 for a surprising diagnosis of a terminal patient. Frantically, I followed him to the O.R. , where an anesthesiologist put a mask on me. Ten... " Is everyone prepared to pull an overnight?" The surgeon asks,and I hear a few people assents.. Nine.." Get ready, guys. we'll start soon. This is a great practical joke on Aaron." Some other surgical staff announced.
   ...eight..." Best...Idea ever, Doctor...Aaron..is going to laugh...ass off.."  The anesthesiologist chuckles...seven... " I'm dying to do this! Could we start ALREADY? Once this operation has been completed,  Aaron's going to thank every one of us!" Second surgical assistant...four seconds, and my vision turns dark. Three, Thomas asks, " Are the blades and implants prepared? Tell me when you're ready to initiate the operation."

   I fall asleep for an indefinite stretch of time,  numb and  oblivious to the world, all that I feel is spiraling into the void. Left to my own devices I drift, into the void.
   Awakening, I find myself groggy and altered. Sitting up,  I notice the smoothness of my skin, and the perfectly rounded breasts attached to my chest. My thighs are thick and luscious,yet I attempt to get off the surgical table.
   I grab my new tits,and clench them,massaging my new top,as I mutter " Sweet! Let's hope my dick is still there,  imagine how hot it would be...  jacking your cock to your girlfriend playing with your own tits." The voice sounds like a woman's,  and I look in the window. Stripping the surgical gown, I see that my hips are wider, my ass is curvier, but there's no dick,  my bone structure looks like a woman's.

   
     My body looks dainty,  and I feel exposed. There's a box sitting on the chair,  and I open it. It has a smaller box from Tikki's Boutique,  a box from Prada and a letter in a black envelope from my girlfriend, Alice.
  ' Dear Erin,
I wanted to be in a lesbian relationship, we're already engaged and when Dr. Thomas asked what a good practical joke would be, I used this. He told me that he wants to make love to you after the operation, he'd like to explore your body. I consented under the table, in exchange for the surgery. He will be our boyfriend and watch the adult films we produce,love ya babe. Put your clothes on and come home for a night of fun.'

I open the Prada box, a cheetah print dress and a pair of black high heels are nestled in the designer box. In the other box is lingerie,  a red bra,black thong,black pantyhose.