Let me call myself Derick for this story. If I have to describe my physical attributes – I am 42 with a dad bod, a little overweight, man boobs, and a supple body. Not very attractive, I think. But I like my midriff, which any woman will love to have. Deep navel and super soft skin.

Now you must have guessed my sexual orientation as well. Yes, I am married with kids. Love women. I have had multiple affairs with women. But... deep down, I love to imagine myself as an attractive woman teasing an alpha man and being submissive to one. Whenever this thought comes now, I brush it aside, thinking it is too taboo a thought. But when I try to masturbate or fantasise... these thoughts keep coming back.

Now let's get to the real story. Getting into my forties, I thought of getting myself a health check-up one day.

After I got the results, I called up a nearby hospital and booked a random physician appointment.

I went there the next day; very few patients. All were waiting for the doctor to come. The doctor finally arrived. A 6-footer, fully bald, extremely muscular and had a thin beard. I bet no woman could resist staring at him.

My turn came up, and I walked him. He greeted me with a warm smile. Checked my reports and said that everything appears to be normal. He asked me to lie down on the table. Asked me to lift my T-shirt. He checked with the stethoscope, and then with his massive hand, he started pressing my belly. The moment his hands rubbed against my body, my whole body twitched. It was an amazing feeling. I was wearing track pants without any undies. To my embarrassment, my member just sprang up to an erect position. He immediately noticed and smiled. Then he prolonged the belly-touching examination a little more, and I was just melting...

He rubbed me everywhere and slowly worked up to my boobs. His palms were so big that it could cup both my breasts with just one palm. As I have already mentioned, I have decent-sized male boobs. I was a little embarrassed, so I closed my eyes… But this was my first time ever, and my fantasy was coming close to being true. He slowly squeezed one breast and then the other. My hand was covering my erection. My eyes closed, I got transported to a new world. He kept caressing my belly and breast up to my shoulder. I am sure he realised I was enjoying his touch.

Then he abruptly stopped and asked me to get up.

I was embarrassed and avoided looking him in the eye. He scribbled a few vitamin pills and said I was ok. Then he said something which took me by surprise. He said, "I am writing down my number here; call me if you want to meet me at my home." Then he added, "I live alone."

I just couldn't believe what I heard. I was feeling like a very submissive and shy girl while a real alpha male was asking me out on a date. I smiled and looked at him. I was feeling completely feminine now. All my testosterone seems to have dried up with his touch. I was now feeling totally like a woman, which I had never ever felt. With a very shy look through the corner of my eyes, I said, "Yes, doctor," and walked out.

I can't explain in words how I felt leaving the room... It was like the first time we all fell in love. My heart and mind were singing in sync. For the next two days the few minutes in the doctor's chamber kept disturbing me. The moment I recollect his touch on my belly and breast, my cum would just flow.

I summoned some courage to text him one night.

Hi....

He replied, Hello.

My response - I am your patient. Hope you remember me.

He said, Yes, I do :), as if he was waiting for me to message.

How? I asked.

Whatever is going through your mind... It's going through mine too, he quickly replied.

I read the above line 1000 times. Every time I read. I smiled.

I finally wrote, Your touch was something I had never experienced before. Can we meet?

He replied, Come over tomorrow after 5 pm, and shared his location.

Dressed in a normal T and jeans. I reached his apartment. He opened. Seeing him again just filled my heart with pleasure. His smile was to die for. He was wearing a loose, sleeveless tee and tight white shorts.

His biceps were big, chest broad and shoulders well-rounded and muscular. Like a Greek god. I could also see his hairy chest with curly hair. His thighs and legs were hairy too. For me, this was such a turn-on. A real alpha, I thought.

He ushered me in, holding my lower back. This is exactly what a man would do to a woman; else he would have chosen the upper back or shoulder to touch a man. For the last few days, I have been feeling extremely feminine; his gesture like this made me feel more so.

I sat on the couch. He sat opposite me. I was looking at him and taking my eyes away. I was fidgeting and tense. I just realised I was sitting, locking my knees, sitting at the edge of the seat like girls do. I just couldn't explain what was happening to me. He was just constantly staring at me.

Finally, we started to talk... some general stuff, and then slowly he came and sat next to me. My body began heating up. He offered me drinks. I said that I would have a beer. He then asked, "Do you want to change into something more comfortable?"

I asked, "Like what?" He said, "Without clothes," and started smiling.

I must have used this line many times to flirt with my girlfriends, but being on the receiving end was completely different. I started blushing, smiling, and giggling just like 16-year-old girls would do.

He then came close to me and just hugged me. Being hugged by a strong, muscular man and feeling completely overpowered by manliness was a great feeling. He was breathing down my neck, and my nose was rubbing his neck. He was not wearing any perfume… the smell of his raw manliness was intoxicating.

He then told me, if I wished, I could try out some clothes from his wife's (ex-divorced) wardrobe. This time, he was holding my waist. He was treating me exactly the way I wanted to be treated.

He showed me the collection of undergarments. I picked a black bra and panties. He wanted to see me change, which I flatly refused. I told him that the moment I became naked in front of him, I would no longer feel feminine. He understood. Gave me a tight hug and a peck on my cheek and left.

I changed into the bra and panties... It was a little tight for me, but the push-up bra showed the contours of my male boobs quite well. The band of the panties landed just under my deep navel, and I was enjoying my look. If someone covered my face and looked, he would easily mistake me for a sexy girl... I am sure. I had very little body hair and fat deposits in the right places. Well-rounded ass. Most importantly, I had soft skin.

You must be wondering how women liked me. Surprisingly, they did. Women liked sucking my breasts; they loved my ass. And… I was extremely good with my tool. Finally, that mattered most to them. Anyways, that's a different discussion. Let's come back to this moment.

After appreciating my new look in the mirror, I checked some more accessories from the wardrobe but decided against wearing anything more. Bra and panties were enough, I thought to myself.

Finally, I opened the door ... He was just waiting right outside and surprised me with a tight hug and then a kiss. That kiss melted me completely. I wished the world would stop right there. His both hands were travelling along my back, my waist and then my round ass. As he was squeezing my ass, he continued kissing me for a good five minutes. Sucking my lower lip, then upper, and then rolling his tongue into my mouth.

For the first two minutes, I was just a mute recipient. But then I too got into the act. He did have fuller lips, and kissing those was a real pleasure. I am clean-shaven and always thought girls would find it irritating to kiss someone with facial hair. Now I realised that it was not true. His moustache and thin beard were tickling just the right way to give me maximum pleasure.

He then held my face and stared at me with a sexy smile. He probably wanted to catch my expression. It's anybody's guess as to how I felt. Just like a girl who got kissed for the first time. I looked at his eyes and smiled back but couldn't stare long. I buried my head into his chest and hugged him tightly. I wonder what was going through his mind. A shy man, wearing a woman's lingerie in his arms, who appears to have completely surrendered to him.

He quickly turned me and began kissing my neck passionately. His hand moved up and cupped my breasts. I was drooling as he passionately continued kissing me on my neck. I could feel his rock-hard cock pressing against my butt. When kisses turned into love bites, I had goosebumps all over my body. His tool was getting bigger and bigger, and with the intensity of bites growing, I knew he was hitting his peak.

All of a sudden ...He lifted me. I screamed first and then giggled after I held his shoulders.

Uff...his raw power. My god! I am 5.7 ft and 68 kg. He was carrying me as if I were a toy.

As he was carrying, we locked into each other's eyes. Eyes full of passion.

He then dropped me onto the bed. I screamed again. Then he kissed and licked each and every inch of my body. Like butter, I was melting. I just requested him to not touch my cock lest I could cum. He acknowledged.

He then slowed down a bit and did all that a woman wants a man to do. Caress, kiss, lick, bite, suck and just everything. I almost came when he licked my navel while squeezing my boobs... that was truly amazing.

Now he knew that I was feeling absolutely horny. Yes, I was...like I was drugged with passion. He held my hand and kept it on his cock. That just caused a big bang in my head... in the next few seconds… I removed his shorts. He was standing on the bed, and I was down. His light blue boxers had a wet spot with his precum. I touched the wet part with my finger and looked at him and sucked the finger. He smiled and came a little closer. His crotch right in front of my mouth. He wanted me to do something. I could read his mind. I sucked on his wet precum through his underwear. He shouted "Yes!" as if that is exactly what I wanted him to do. He was rubbing my back. I just stood on my knees so that I could kiss his rock-hard abs. Those were not ribbed but just hard and strong. I slowly removed his undies and exposed his massive, massive cock... don't know how many inches. From a half-mast position, it slowly pointed towards me. It was brown and huge. I held it and slowly pushed the skin down, exposing its pink head. It glistened with precum, and I licked it. He let out a moan, and when I looked up, his head was pointed up. Seeing a man moan and knowing I was the reason was driving me crazy.

Then I began performing my first-ever blow job. Moving my head slowly along the shaft. His hands were on my shoulders, and his nails were digging deep into my skin.

With my hands, I was rubbing on his hairy chest and squeezing his nipples.

Then he lay down, pulled me and started to passionately kiss me. Now I had hit my peak, and I just went down on him and put the entire cock in my mouth. I gagged; I coughed... but my passion persisted, and I was moving up and down like a fuck machine.

 His moans were making me more horny, and I was sucking like there was no tomorrow. He was slowly squeezing his balls, and I understood his cue. Balls were big too. I started licking both his balls. I wanted to suck it by pulling it into my mouth, but it was slipping away. I also licked the area between his thighs and balls. He moaned loudly. He wanted more of that, and I obeyed. A few times, I felt I would cum and spoil the party, but I resisted because I wanted him to experience the best blow job ever.

I went back to working on his dick. I knew he was about to cum.... But he didn't want it to end soon and held my face and lifted me to his. He said, panting hard, 'You are too good... I love you,' and he again kissed me for a long time... I don't know how long it was till I just felt breathless.

Then he stood up and pushed my face and directed me to his cock, which was harder than before. Like an obedient slave, I went down on his command and started putting his cock slowly slurping inch by inch.

By this time, I saw him turn into a dominant male. He started fucking my mouth. First slowly and then hard… really hard. He was just like an animal, and I was like a helpless slave. I was enjoying his domination but was getting a little hurt... My eyes were watery, and my lungs were deprived of air.

As  I started feeling that I couldn't take it anymore... He just moaned so hard that it could be heard a mile away and let out a spurt of hot, hot fluid that just hit my throat. The stream of cum was just flowing nonstop. Couldn't hold it in my throat any more and started swallowing... Once I swallowed ...another load was ready. And this followed once again.

He continued moaning for some more time. His cock was still in my mouth. As I was to take it out, he held my head. So I continued slurping for some more time till it became completely flaccid and all juice was extracted.

He got down from the bed. He was dripping with sweat. It was a treat to watch him like that, fully nude. What a man!

He then pulled me out and gave me a tight hug. I was still horny. I too kissed him on his neck and shoulders. He said, "I am drenched in sweat." I responded by licking all his sweat from his neck and shoulders and then looked at him for his reaction.

He smiled and hugged me again. That probably meant, "Oh... how have I turned this man into a totally submissive slut who is even ready to lick my sweat?" Slowly his heart rate became normal. I felt so thrilled because I could satisfy a real alpha with my femininity.

The time was 8.30... He cleaned himself and came out, by which time I had changed too. I hadn't ejaculated and didn't want to. I just wanted to float the entire night, feeling like a girl who has given maximum pleasure to her boyfriend.

We spoke a little that night. His hug before letting me go gave a picture of the gist of the night. He is into me...totally into me. I can feel it, and I want it.

Many days have passed, and this space is too little to fill the escapades of love between me and my doctor.

This relationship is of physical intimacy... Not platonic. Between a superdominant alpha man and a submissive man who transforms into a sexy lady when she is with him. 

There are days when there is a lot of action. But there are days when I slip into my comfortable bra and panties. He lies on his couch with just his boxers on, watching TV. I go next to him and place my head on his hairy chest... He does his magic with his hands , and I reciprocate fondling and sometimes sucking his massive cock.  Sometimes he cums, and on those days I ensure I mouth every bit of it.

I still have strong relationships with my girlfriends, but those are just like dining out. But for my dessert, I always come back to my doctor.

I asked him once how and what he feels about this relationship. I thought he could easily sleep with any woman. He is sexy, rich and has a social status. But what does he find in me that is special?

He said that he feels like a real alpha when he is with me. He said a man turning into a woman and becoming submissive to serve him unconditionally excites him more than anything else. What else could I ask for?

I have found my true self. I am totally comfortable in my dual role, which is such a big relief!!!!