Stealing is Punished: Ch. 05

Chapter Five: The Beginning

Natasha stopped the car in the parking lot. In front of them, they could see the tall buildings of a hospital loom large.

"This is a defining day in your life, Savannah. Wait here while I pay for the parking."

For once, Rob was free of everything female today. No cage, no plug, no female underwear or other clothes.

The parking meter was a couple of hundred yards away. This was his chance. He could escape if he wanted to. Rob thought about it. What would he do with his life if he ran away?

Not much, he reasoned. His family had left him. Besides, Natasha had some damning evidence stored. Pictures and videos of him enjoying himself.

And he had enjoyed himself. No, he said to himself. He was going to stay.

At that moment, Natasha returned.

"Come on, you silly girl! It's time!"

Rob opened the door and walked towards the entrance with her. He wore a baggy white T-shirt, black sweatpants and white sneakers. Clothes everyone could have worn, both men and women.

In his right hand he carried a bag, though. Filled with the outfit he would put on afterwards, in addition to his pink wig.

He couldn't get new hair here, but he was waiting for it to grow out. In a couple of months, he wouldn't need it anymore.

They entered the reception, and the pair of them moved straight towards the desk. A female nurse looked at them.

"Yes?"

Rob spoke:

"Hi there. I am Rob Simmons, and I have a couple of operations scheduled for today. This is my wife, Natasha, who will follow me around."

In the car she had showed him the list of what was happening today. When he walked out of the hospital, he would be someone else.

"Thank you, Rob. Let's see what you are doing today."

Her eyes moved down the list, and she smiled for each line.

"Very well. It's quite extensive. But I see you have paid in advance. Good. You will start with gender-affirming surgery. Then we do the breast implants and the buttlift. We finish with the lip fillers. Does that sound okay to you?"

It was now or never. Rob could punch Natasha, grab her car keys and escape.

But he didn't dare.

"Yes, Miss. I'm fine with that."

"Okay, Mr. Simmons. Just walk through the door right there, and you will be met by Doctor Walker. Good luck!"

Her smile disappeared as soon as it had come.

Rob and Natasha walked through the door, and were greeted by a handsome doctor in the mould of McDreamy in Grey's Anatomy.

"You are Rob Simmons, yes?"

Rob affirmed this.

"You will be in deep anesthesia for a long time, but I bet your friend here will look after you. Ready?"

He had pulled out a big needle.

"Yes, just do it."

The needle hit his skin, and Rob felt nauseous. Then he drifted away.

Many hours later, Rob found himself waking up. He was lying in a hospital bed. He could feel that his body had changed. The contours of it were completely different.

He struggled to speak with his new, big lips, but after a few gurgling sounds he managed it.

"Natasha?! Where are you? Did it go well?

His eyesight came back to him as Natasha appeared by the side of the bed.

"It went perfectly, honey. You have got everything now."

Rob stood up and looked in the mirror. His lips had gotten bigger. His chest was enormous, and he felt the tits drag them forward. He straightened his back to regain posture. He turned around and could see his new big butt.

Then he dragged up the hospital outfit. Where there had been a small cock, there now was something else. It looked like a brand new vagina.

"You look gorgeous, Savannah. Just like I had imagined. Are you satisfied with yourself?"

"I think so... But these boobs got really big?"

"Yes, honey. They are J-cups. I bet all the boys will love that. Now, change into your outfit. We should be getting out of here."

The sunshine from earlier had disappeared. Outside the windows he could see the sun setting.

Rob opened his bag and quickly put on his outfit. After a few minutes, he was ready. Underneath the short glittery pink dress with spaghetti straps, which showed everything his new body had to offer, he wore a set of bra and thong in lacy blonde pink.

On his feet were pink platform stilettos. The heels were six inches tall.

He sat down on his bed again.

"I need to gather myself before we leave, Miss Natasha."

"No problem, dear. I'll apply your make-up while you do so."

She painted his nails, put on lipstick and eyeshadow.

They were almost finished. Rob put on the wig and stood up. Some weeks ago, he would have given his life to fuck this sexy bimbo slut.

His life was taken away, Rob existed no more. And the sexy bimbo slut was going to be fucked. By someone else. He looked forward to that.

"Let's go".

They drove back into town. After about 20 minutes, they stopped outside a building Rob had never seen before. It had a big red door and dark windows.

"What.. What.. is this, Mistress?"

"This is a rather special place, Savannah. A perfect place for you to start your new life. Let's go inside and have a look, shall we?"

Inside they were met by a mature lady. She looked to be in her fifties, with long, curly blonde hair. Her lipstick perfectly matched the color of her red lingerie set and silken nightobe. She wore stilettos in the same colour.

Her eyebrows arched behind her glasses.

"What do you want?"

Natasha answered.

"Savannah here wants to use your establishment, Miss. All of it."

"I see. Fifty bucks, and you are free to stay as long as you want. Booth One is ready"

Natasha handed over the money as the lady, who was the kind of a mature woman Rob had jerked off to countless times before, smiled at them.

They got into a long hallway, lined with doors marked by numbers.

"I'll leave you to yourself, Savannah. Make Mistress proud now, won't you?"

"Yes, Mistress. Of course, Mistress."

Rob opened one of the doors and stepped inside. It was empty, except for a small table with a bottle of lube. The walls were adorned with holes, who were empty for now.

"Hello...? Anyone here?"

Rob's words echoed against the walls. He was alone, but not for long.

Suddenly, a big black cock popped out of one of the holes.

Rob moved slowly towards it. Hand? Mouth? Ass?

The veiny, erect specimen flapped a little bit as it waited to be entertained.

Rob touched it with his hand. It rebounded, and he heard a dark voice.

"Yes. Go on, slut."

Rob was slightly offended. How did this man know he was a slut? He wanted to be it.

Rob grabbed it with a firm grip. He altered his voice and spoke in a soft and girly tone.

"Okay, Mister. I will satisfy you."

Rob put the dick in his mouth, and started to suck it slowly. Every third or fourth time he touched it with his lips and spat on it, lubing it properly. He could hear a groan build through the wall.

He took the hand of it, and turned around.

"My hole is coming for you, Mister!"

He had been trained well. Standing in his high heels with his ass against the wall, he let the big dick slowly enter him. He felt an urge deep inside him. This was what he wanted. And he wanted it now.

He didn't mess around, the tempo and cadence was fast. For every time it touched the bottom of him, he let out a little squeak. Then he came with a high-pitched, drawn-out moan. He felt the cum filling him, and heard the drops hitting the wooden floor. It was like raindrops coming through the roof.

And he was the bucket.

He quickly got off it, turned around and started to clean up his mess.

He salvaged every last drop and swallowed it hastily.

The wall spoke again.

"Good girl. Thank you, slut."

This was the first of many. Before the evening ended, and Natasha came to get him, Rob had thoroughly exploited the situation. His hole was sore after a dozen encounters with big dicks in all colours. His jaw ached, and his stomach felt full.

"Great work, honey. You have really applied yourself like the beautiful girl you have become. Come with me, I have prepared a pleasant surprise for you."

When they exited the establishment, Rob was sure he could see a smile from the woman at the door.

They got in the car, drove away and stopped outside a fine-dining restaurant.

"This is your reward, Savannah. A great dinner with your Mistress. And maybe some handsome guys will see you? Who knows?"

They got a bottle of wine to their table and ordered the tasting menu. After taking a few sips and just staring out in open space, Natasha started talking.

"How are you right now? Satisfied? Worried? Or a little bit of both?"

"I had never imagined that this would happen. Never. But at the same time, I don't regret it at all. I feel comfortable with myself, and I love how I look. I would have fucked myself many times over in my old life."

Natasha smiled as she listened to his answer.

"I think you will enjoy your new life, honey."