Womanhood for Jenny

"But Master, I'll agree to anything You wish anyway, and to get real boobies at last..." the dazed she-male said.

"There's another thing as well, jenny. Since you won't even technically be male anymore, we will legally change both your name and sex. Would you like that?"

"For such a gift, Master, Your slut-slave would be honored to become the complete woman You desire, name, sex, I suppose I'll need a new driver's license and everything, won't I?" jenny rambled at the thought.

Her Master smiled, "Yes, girl, everything, passport, social security card, and so forth. In the eyes of the law you would be a one hundred percent woman. I've got that hearing downtown this morning. We'll talk in more detail when I get home tonight. Oh, and Doctor Deb is coming for supper. I think grilled chicken breasts, fettuccini in garlic and olive oil, a light salad, and a chilled white wine – three bottles, would be appropriate."

"Yes, Sir," jenny replied. "Er, Master, am I allowed to tell my girlfriends about my boobies yet?"

With a laugh, Master hugged her, "Yes, you can tell them about the boob job. They all think of you as a woman anyway."

A quick kiss and a squeeze of her 'barely B –cups', Master grabbed His briefcase and was out the door.

Caught off guard and overwhelmed by the news, jenny sat down, automatically smoothing her skirt over her shimmering hose. A zillion questions swirled through her head. What size breasts would Master select? How much pain would she have after the operation? Would He still be able to beat her breasts? Would her nipples lose any sensitivity? Would she gain some? How many new bras would He allow her? Would her other clothes still fit over them? .After the castration, would she have to continue taking those nasty hormone pills? Would she still be able to have orgasms with the vibrator? Well, she decided, Doctor Deb could answer most all of those questions tonight.