“It is very much like 3D printing, just using different materials and in a printer that prints on your body. We can print anything on top of your body to make you look however you want. The technology was originally developed for use in movie special effects, but we have seen there are, well, more personal uses that some of our clients like to use the service for.”
How could I pass on this I thought. The chance to have a body in effect printed on top of my own that would transform me into a female body was something that I just couldn’t pass on trying.
The process would allow a 3D imaging of my body and then printing of flesh like material on to my body to transform me from a guy to a girl. I signed the required waivers and documents and began the “fitting” process.
The scanning, or “fitting,” process included a full digital scan of my naked body which would allow the service providers to customize a building of a female body that would be printed on my own body. Skin tone is be matched, the material is blended on top of the body and skin of the patient.
It was really a pretty amazing adaptation of already existing technology. 3D printing had come into the mainstream for mostly trinket type production, but this company had taken it to the next level.
The materials they had adapted were able to simulate flesh like materials. From this point it was a logical jump. From the beginning of time, people had wondered what it was like to be “the other sex,” and they provided the opportunity to experience exactly that.
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Three weeks after the consultation meeting.
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I stood in the tube printer with just my hands, feet, and head above the neck outside the glass partition. The valium I had been given had made me pretty, well, relaxed we shall say. Silvia, the doctor who had explained the entire process to me three weeks ago and done my entire body scan at that time, put a nitris oxide mask on over my nose and told me to relax, that the printing was about to begin. The medication and the nitris weren’t so much as to stop pain in the application process as to fully relax me they had briefed earlier. The process does take a little time and it can be tiring to stay in one position. They had found that this combination made the “patients” more agreeable to the overall activity. The combination of the valium in my system and the nitris mask had me put into a largely dreamlike state. The process began.
The technician had me stand in the tube and inserted a catheter into my flaccid penis. This normally would have been something probably a little painful, but with the valium dose that I took it was almost as if it wasn’t happening to me even in my mind. Almost like I was watching it. I had been told that this was a necessary part of the process, but it was a little weird now that it was actually happening. Until the suit that was going to be printed on me was off, I was not going to pee like a man anymore. The catheter was installed and was made of a latex material that would allow for long term implementation without bodily reaction or infection. An extra length of catheter material hung down between my legs and I was ready for the “printing” of material on my body. My own genitalia was covered with a small appliance that was glued in place around my penis and scrotum that would stop adhesive from being spray on those areas and, as I had been briefed in the consultation, allow for “growth” of my own parts underneath the suit.
I was vaguely aware as it moved forward.
I had selected a process where my own male genetalia would be covered by a female vagina and my chest would be built up to D cup breasts. A little rounding of my hips and butt would complete the female image. The only flesh that would be left unprinted on my body would be a tapering at my wrists, my ankles, the armpits to allow perspiration, and my neck which would remain my own flesh and a tapering at my buttocks and just under my scrotum that would allow my anus to be “natural”, leaving the ability to naturally use the bathroom in place.
First, a chemical was sprayed inside the booth that eliminated all the body hair that was on my frame. It was fast, but highly effective. Within a couple seconds there wasn’t a single follicle of hair on my body. This was necessary to allow for spraying an adhesive onto my body that would be the next step prior to the printing.
With the hair removed from my body, the nozzles in the tube then spread an even layer, very lightly, of a semi-tacky material on my entire body. This adhesive was the base to which the material printed on me would be sprayed and how the material attached to my body. It was flexible, but permanent except when it was subjected to a special UV light that broke down the adhesive.
Now the printing could begin.
The printer was an adaptation of plastic 3D printers that instead printed a flesh-like foam latex onto a human body to create a false body image. In this case, it was going to imprint on top of my own body to create a female body in over my male body. I was going to be transformed.
The printer began from my legs up. A thin layer was all that was needed on my legs. The printer worked in 360 degrees around me, working from the bottom up, layering a covering of flesh like latex over my legs, and continuing upward.
As it got to my crotch, it built up a mound that firmly covered the prosthetic cover of my manhood leaving a passable vagina with a piece of latex tubing hanging down that I had been briefed would be cut off at the end of the process and allow me to use a bathroom as natural female might.
In my dreamlike, drug induced state, it all seemed surreal. My own body was disappearing as the printing continued.
My hips and buttocks were enhanced and rounded, creating an hourglass lower body shape.
The 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 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.
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A couple hours later.
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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 place. They naturally hung in place and felt awesome on my body. While I obviously couldn't feel the "touch" of my hands on them, I could feel the pressure through the material on my own chest below and the psychological implications of it along with my imagination was more than enough to turn me on.
Speaking of which, as I started to get turned on by feeling my new body I could feel pressure building between my legs.
I slid my sweat pants down to my ankles and kicked them aside, looking in the mirror at my now entirely naked new body.
The pressure I was feeling in my cock below was not at all visible. All I could see was a beautifully formed hairless vagina between my legs. My hands moved down my body and felt their lips, and the mouth of the vagina. The tube that had been inserted as a catheter had obviously been built into this and cut off leaving no trace. I slid my fingers tentatively between the vagina lips and while I could feel the pressure on my cock below, was unable to feel anything different to my fingers than I do when I slide my fingers inside my girlfriend. I wondered if a cock was thrust into me if it would stimulate my cock below enought to make me come through the catheter tube and the vagina.
They had done a little rounding on the lower half of my body also. My hips were built up a little and my buttocks had gotten the same treatment. I was now a classic rounded hourglass female body in the mirror in about a size 16 just like they had predicted I would be when they did the digital simulation of my body at the initial consultation. Being 6 feet tall, the size 16 didn't even seem that overweight with the way that had build up the padding and rounding of my body. It was actually a pretty attractive body in the mirror.
For all practical purposes I was now a female body.
My girlfriend and I had played many times with varying degrees of me dressing up as a woman, but until now it was just a matter of putting clothes on and some breast forms. The image was never really able to be completed until this service was available.
I hadn't told her I was going to do this, but I also knew it wasn't something to which she would object. She was always, and amazingly, willing to try new things with our sexual experimentation and indulge my curiosities. This one was going to be a surprise for her.
Speaking of surprises, it was only going to be a couple more hours before she got home so I really needed to get dressed for when she came home from her recent work trip.
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Finishing the image...
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I went to the dresser where I opened the drawer that kept the limited wardrobe that we kept for my crossdressing and got out what I was going to wear.
I first put a lacy black garter belt and some stockings on and followed it with a lacy pair of black boyshort panties. Clipping a black bra in front of me, I turned it around and pulled its cups over my tits and the straps over my shoulders. I went with a knee length sleeveless "little black dress" that had a low-cut V neck in the front that allowed my tits to peak out nicely. Knee length three inch platform heeled boots were the next thing that I put on. It made me look pretty tall, but damn they made my legs look great.
My body set, I needed to complete the image from the neck up. I hadn't ever learned to do my own makeup, she usually did it for me if we were playing dress up games, but I could do a couple small things. Putting on some clip on pearl earrings and a fake pearl necklace added to the image and drew attention to my new chest. I put on some fire engine red lipstick to go with it. Now it was time to put on a wig.
I had chosen from the few wigs we had for cosplay games a shoulder length dark auburn with with curls. Using some bobby pins to hold it in place into my own hair below, I put in place and tried to shake it loose. It was holding firmly.
I stepped back. If you didn't know me well enough to recognize my subtle facial features or have someone tell you a guy was below all of this, you would have absolutely no idea. I was just another buxom girl looking back from the mirror with a deep voice.
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Surprise...
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I sat down at the counter top island in the kitchen to wait for her to come home. She had texted me that flight had landed about a half hour ago and that she was on the way home. With about an hour drive from the airport, it should only be about another thirty minutes.
I opened a bottle of cabernet franc and poured a glass while I waited. Sipping my glass I left lipstick stain on the rim. Damn was kind of hot when I thought about it.
About half way through my second glass, I heard the garage door open and car pull in.
I spun in my chair and struck up a leaning pose against the kitchen counter.
She walked in the door and sat her bags down just inside and as she looked up and caught a glimpse of me she stopped and stared for a moment, then broke into a huge grin. "Wow, what a surprise honey," she said. "I assume this means I am going to get laid without any objections?" she toyed.
"You won't find any objections from me," I responded and took a sip from my glass of wine and handed her one of her own.
Stepping back and looking me up and down taking a long drink from her glass of wine, she said, "Your dressing this time really looks pretty realistic, did you do anything different?"
"You will just have to unwrap me to find out the full extent of the surprise dear," I teased.
"My pleasure," she answered. "Five days was too long to be gone, I think my girlfriend here needs to fuck me to release a little pent up sexual tension." She smirked and started toward the bedroom, removing and dropping articles of her clothes as she walked.
I followed.
"It really will have to be your girlfriend that fucks you today," I hinted. "Unless you want me to strap something on, we are going to have to do this like real lesbians do."
She looked at me curiously.
"Denying me that great cock of yours I like underneath your panties today?" she asked.
"You will just have to unwrap me and see," I smiled as I followed.
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Unwrapping
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Her naked body was on the bed and I crawled up onto the bed with her, straddling her.
"Take my cloths off me," I challenged her.
Sliding her hands up my legs she pulled my dress up along the way and over my head.
She paused.
"Wow, those tits look real!" she gasped. "Did you buy a new pair of breast forms and finally find a good way to glue them in place?"
"Not quite," I smirked. "Keep going."
Obviously curious, she reached behind me and unhooked my bra and allowed it to fall off of me.
"Okay, tell me more," she asked eagerly.
"This is the surprise honey." I started to explain.