My wife, Maria and I had been having problems, she liked to party and I was not enough for her. We had been living apart, trying to deiced if she wanted a divorce or just stay and fool around. That is when a doctor's exam revealed that I had a problem with my testes.

The cancer had to be treated and soon a biopsy revealed that it was in both and some surrounding tissue. Maria played the good wife and went with me to the counselor sessions. That was the tough part. Learning that I would loose my balls, and all the use of my penis, not to mention having to take hormones for the rest of my life. What a downer, I thought I would loose my love forever with that news. But instead she and I seemed to get closer. After a few weeks She came to me with an idea.

At dinner that night, (She had moved back in and was helping with all the arrangements) She simply said that since I could no longer be a real man, that I should try being woman! I was shocked to say the leased, but she continued... She knew I had been a transvestite, (my mother, had told her I liked dressing up.) so it might not be that hard a change for me, and that she was bisexual, (something I suspected) and would love being with me, as a woman. I was to shocked for words. Maria had gone as for as talking to my Doctors. It seems that they could get the operations covered under my insurance if I had the them done in conjunction with the cancer treatments. I didn't know what to think, yes I had enjoyed dressing up, and it seemed a way to keep my love but, hmm... The more I thought about it, the more obvious it seem that there was no downside to this. I didn't think my chances were good to live past a year anyway. I would have to be on hormones in any case, and my penis would never get erect again, what would be wrong with being a girl? I kinda like the closeness Maria was sharing, no one had to know I had had my penis removed. I would just live with Maria and go on as I had always had as man and wife. I thought about no more about it that night, as we woke I just told her yes. She seemed so happy,

We were very close the next two weeks as I waited for the operation to save my life. I didn't think I was going to live, but I sure was grateful for Maria's companionship. And I don't know if I could have gone through it with out her.

Well the date came and went with no real hitches. I had to squat to pee, and I didn't know they were doing breast implants (a small b cup, Maria thought I would be cute, I signed for it but didn't look at the form) but I was alive! I was an all kinds of me medications. And when I got stronger my doctors put me on chemotherapy. That was a shock, I lost all my hair!

Several months later, I had lost 40 lb. and was down to 140, my bald spot disappeared when my hair grew back and my hair was lighter in color and much thicker. And I was getting curvy. I had a 37-28-35 figure.(hormones work and added to my cup size) And I was feeling pretty good.

I had know idea about my station in life. I had taken so much time off that they had replaced me at my job. ( I was living on the insurance supplement policy) I loved Maria a great deal and sex with her had never been better. She was helping me dilate, it seemed more like she enjoyed using a dildo on my new vagina, and that is how She used it. But now I was healed. And she started going out again. I was a unhappy person, no wife, job, or future. (But the money was still coming from the insurance). Then Maria suggested a vacation, someplace warm and sunny, Jamaica! It seemed like a good idea, Maria works for an airlines and the trip was almost free and I was sick of the winter weather any way.

As we packed the little bit of clothing that we would need we had a discussion over what I would wear. I had not worn anything but jeans and a tee shirt since the operation, but I must appear in public and on the beach as a woman. She suggested I get my hair done (I kept it in a long pony tail) but I wouldn't hear of that. After all I wasn't a real girl I thought, I would just wear cut offs and the tee shirts. Also the required a birth certificate to get into Jamaica could be a problem We settled on a one piece swimsuit and to let the cards fall where they may with the port of entry people telling the truth if they ask. (They didn't even look twice at me)

When we got there I was taken with the beauty of everything, the beach seemed like the place to be. I loved the feel of the sand under my feet. And the sun on my skin seemed to warm me up all over. I was beginning to feel like I needed this trip. Maria tried several times to get me to put on my suit to swim, but I just stayed in my cut offs and shirt. We found a nude beach the second day and that wasn't a problem (I just didn't want to wear girls cloths) I guess in my clothes I looked like someone between the two sexes but nude I was female!

Maria and I got to talking to a native bartender and we got to telling her my story. She invited us to a voodoo party, to insure health. (I was for that) And I knew Maria was into the metaphysical. Voodoo (I guessed that is what she meant) had always interested my wife. And it promised to be an interesting night. She discussed what to where and got directions to the "party".

I went back to the lounge chair, to get some more sun, as it was only 3:00pm and the festivities didn't start till 10:00pm. It didn't take long for me to fall asleep. I was getting a great tan, topless. (I know cancer patients should not get anywhere near the sun but what am I to do?) Maria came to find me for dinner about 7:00pm just as it was getting dark. We had dinner in the lounge of the hotel and then it was up to the room for a shower to get ready to go. Maria laid out what she wanted me to wear, a spring print short sun dress, No way.

I went for a long pair of jeans and a plain black tank top and my black two piece suit underneath. We got to the place about 9:40 and there was nothing going on. No one there, I thought we had been duped! But what a great place. There were several huts, a large fire burning in the center of a palm grove and a great view of the beach and a beautiful full moon. We decided to go wading in the calm warm water while we waited to see if anyone else was coming. I had almost forgot why we came when I saw Camele coming toward us smiling "Its party time" she said. We strolled down the beach to the huts talking and laughing. Camele had brought a bottle of home brewed rum, it was sweat and wonderful, better than any other I had ever tasted and the three of us downed almost the whole quart in less than the 20 mins it took us to walk back.

As we neared the party we could see the fire and about 25 or 30 people laughing and having a great time. Several were drumming and others were singing or chanting. Others were dancing around the fire. We three were under the influence of that wonderful rum and I was into the party, so we sat on the edge of the circle with the others and watched the dancers. Wow this is great, I thought. I could feel the energy building. All this for health I thought, well mental health anyway. Then one of the dancers grabbed my hand and pulled me into the center of dancers, moving in rhythm around the fire. She was beautiful, thin, tall, with a great build, very short hair, and very very dark. She was the darkest person I had ever saw. She really was black. I looked back at Maria to see her reaction, she just pushed me on and went back to talking and laughing. I tried to match my dancing style to the other dancers, that is when I noticed all the dancers were female, I wanted to see the men's reaction to having me in the circle but, that is when I discovered what there were no men! Oh well I thought, a female stag party, hmm... well that is OK.

I tried not to notice to much how sexy my new friend was. I had know idea what they would think of a lesbian, (how else could I explain myself?) We danced and passed the bottles around. I was feeling great! The other women were taking off their tops and most were down to nothing. Maria and Camele (who had joined the dancing) and my new friend all began to pull my and their clothes off. Before I knew it, I was down to nothing but my black bikini panties. For the first time in over a year I felt sexy. Dancing and chanting in the circle with Maria and our new friends made my head spin (the rum helped too.) I didn't know where this was going but I didn't care, or so I thought.

I look up to see about thirty naked very dark men. Some in dreadlocks, some with short hair. All very trim and young, none over thirty (our age) But all very interested in us! I looked at the other girls and none seemed concerned. They just smiled at the men outside the circle. We continued the dance until the leader of the men jumped into the circle and began to sing in a language I had never heard before. The priestess produced a clay pot and a brush. She started to paint all the woman's bellies with a sign in some sort of dark pleasant smelling paint. The drumming was (now done by the men) was slow and rhythmic. I felt very strange when the priestess painted me.

As she finished she kissed my face. When everyone was painted they passed around a punch to all the girls and something else to the men. I was ready to leave but I couldn't find Maria. I looked around the crowd to see everyone pairing off. She was with the priest dancing very sexy to a slow grind with him behind her.

I started over and tell Maria I was ready to go as hands came from behind me and caressed my breasts. My head started spinning as these hands worked magic on my nipples. The hot breath on my neck made skin crawl. The effects of the punch was showing as I started to dance. I lost all thought of Maria, as a hand went to my shoulder, I wanted to look at Camele's beautiful face. As I open my eyes I saw the black Jamaican guy that had been watching me dance. He kissed me square on the mouth and picked me up in his arms, I didn't know anything (What was in that punch?) and he took me into and laid me down on a mat in one of the huts. I was in lust as he kissed me all over. I didn't even think. It was pure lust. Like I had never known before. He produced some sweat smelling oil and massaged it into my skin. The contrast of his very dark fingers against my skin turned me on all the more. It all seamed like a wet dream as I saw him unzip my pants. I couldn't help myself as I raised my butt up so he could remove my pants. He kissed me and then started to suck my nipples, softly at first then harder and harder. He used on of his slippery finger to part my pussy lips and before I know it He had two oil covered fingers inside of me. He kissed my neck and I was putty as he rolled over on top of me. I parted my legs to give him access to my cunt. I then saw about ten inches of maleness coming toward me. He moved up to kiss me on the lips and I met him halfway as I settled my head back on the mat I felt his big dick part my pussy for the first time, ooohh it hurt so good hmm. I soon got used to the full filling as he start to pump. I stretched out both arms and felt another hand grab and hold mine. I looked over to see (in the faint light) Maria getting fucked by the voodoo priest. She just gave my outstretched hand a knowing squeeze and went back to her man. I had a tinge of, well I don't know what, and then my mind was back to what was happening to me.

I loved the feeling of being the object of someone's lust. I was under a large muscular black man and I being fucked!. I started to meet his thrusts and rhythm making small circles as we met. I squeezed his dick as he withdrew with my vaginal muscles and relaxed them as he thrust forward (Maria had me doing that for exercise to learn muscle control.) It didn't take to long after I started doing this that I felt him tense up and then a flood of warm cum started to fill my new pussy. It sent me over the edge and I felt my body contract in the deepest orgasm of my entire life. Wave after wave went through my body. He rested on top of me for a few minuets then withdrew his great dick. I saw a his semi soft penis slick with our love juice, glistening as pulled out of me. He sat back starred into my eyes as though He could see my soul. I knew I wanted him again. I reached for him to give my first blowjob.

That was the last think I remember till I woke the next morning, to find myself in the our hotel in bed. Maria was at the balcony rail look out at the ocean. Was this a dream? Hmm, I felt fine, better than I have felt in a long time. I looked at the clock one thirty, in the afternoon? How could that be. I threw my legs out of the bed and stood. My head spun a little then I noticed a wet, slightly painful feeling between my legs. I stumbled into the bathroom and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess, and I had a hickey on my neck. I had to pee, and as I sat down I found my ass was sore. I felt my right cheek to find a sore spot about an inch in diameter. A rash? I thought, I got the hand mirror and found a symbol tattooed on my ass. IT WAS NOT A DREAM. I had got a very feminine a beautifully colored octopus tattooed on my ass and had the best sex of my life, with a man!

What Happened! I asked Maria. She just winked, kissed me on the cheek and said "Welcome to womanhood" as she walked past me. I didn't reply I just sat on the chair at the rail trying to sort out what I thought about what had happened the last night. I was not sure what I thought about it, but I was excited in a strange kinda way. I just sat soaking up the sun with my eyes closed for what seemed like an hour, when Maria brought me coffee and smiled. "I have made you an appointment to have your hair cut at 3:30 in the hotels' shop." Maria said. "You need to look like you take care of your self if your going to work when we get back." That sounded like a good idea as I was still feeling odd from the night before, and resting in the stylist's chair sounded like a nice rest.

Well I no sooner sat down in his chair that I fell asleep again. I slept through not just a haircut but, an entire makeover. Maria had been after me for a long time to take on a better female look and She felt that after last night she could get away with having it her way. I could not believe it. I had my brows shaped in high arches, my ears were pierced (twice each side) with one gold stud in each hole. My hair was streaked blonde and cut in a shoulder length style with long style. She had had my legs waxed and, my nails done with a sport length extensions. (I learned later they call it a French manicure.) Not only did I look well kept but, I made a very sexy looking woman! As I got up Maria Handed me a medium size black purse, MY Purse (I refused to use one before.) That was just the start of the changes we made to me on that trip.

I went back to work and no one could believe I was the same person. And I guess I am different, like another life. And in some ways I guess it is another life. People treat me much better. And I love the attention I get from guys. Maria and I both date guys, but I know we will be together always. I wouldn't trade what we have for the world.