In her professionalopinion, Sandi Taylor was now a woman. Physically she could not bedistinguished from someone born and raised female, even by the c...losestexamination from a skilled gynecologist. Within a few weeks, even hergenetics would give no clue about her previous being. FollowingPatterson, Abele began the discussion about Sandi's mental and emotionalhealth. She had made great progress, faster than most of their patients,in accepting her new situation. But some doubt remained in. While I was out, I also ended up purchasing a few things I needed for what I had planned for tomorrow.-----The next morning I woke up to the sound of crying. Adjusting my eyes, I stretched and rolled out of bed. I trudged down the hall and headed downstairs towards the noise. Walking into the bedroom, I began to speak. "Will you be q…" I stopped, not expecting what I saw. There was Taylor, and at her crotch were sheets soaked in piss. Since she couldn't go to the bathroom, she was forced to. I tried to resist the urge to gag as he held my head still and pushed on further. “Come on, take it all in… that’s a good girl. Relax your throat. The best kind of whores can swallow every inch of me. And you want to be an expert don’t you?” I could feel my eyes watering as I tried to relax my gag reflex, feeling his cock start pushing past the back of my throat. I was helplessly at his mercy and submitting to his demands without question. I kept my eyes on his as he started moving in and out. Through the net of the veil I could see I was approaching the mirror,although it was hard to make out any detail. "I think that's closeenough" decided Jane. She moved in front of me and gently lifted theveil back over my head, then stepped out of the way so I could take inevery detail of my appearance. I have to admit that my knees buckled alittle at the shock of my appearance. Standing before me was a veryfeminine, pretty young woman wearing the most amazingly gorgeous fairytale style wedding.