See, I told you they were big enough to need underwire! Now quit pining over your tits and incredible shrinking clitty and get back to work!
Clyde hated what the HRT had done to him! He hated his soft skin, his weak muscles, and his growing tits, but most of all he hated what it was doing to his cock, that seemed to get smaller every day!
It had been weeks since he had gotten hard enough to strain against his cage! The new one was much smaller and yet it fit him with room to spare.
I his heart Clyde knew that there was no going back to manhood. he would sign the papers Carol always left out, authorizing bottom surgery. In return she would give him the files. At least as a woman, he would be free.
He didn’t want any of this. He wished he could throw the papers, the cage, and the pills in Carol’s face but the evidence she had collected over years of marriage meant she had him literally by the balls.
So, every day, Clyde took his pills, wore his bra, did his chores and watched Carol bring home better men than he ever was. Had he chosen prison in the beginning, it would have been the better choice. It was too late now.
Better a free woman than a prison sissy.